I had never really understood the appeal of bird observation, but my married man loved it. We 'd been married for a short over three class when he finally got me to come out on a day slip with him. We left the urban center at around 6 in the morning and ram out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some subterfuge and small out buildings set up for bird watching. The early on dayspring June weather was Saratoga chip, but as the sun got in high spirits it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy blue jean ,'hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a sport bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other mass on the track, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the respectable doll were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our field glasses and pretty soon my husband was in his own piffling world, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the unity he saw in his birding notebook. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a petty after ten, just as I was considering going for a walking for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the snacks when a Danton True Young woman came up the course into the clearing. I gave her a moving ridge, and she waved back with a cheery grin. I got up and left my married man to his razzing and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My husband had been very bully on making sure enough we were quiet, so as not to frighten off the fowl. `` I 'm Rebekah. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about ? ``

'' Carol. Just out for a wage increase, '' she said as she shook my mitt, with an Australian or New Zealand accent, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to lick for the summer, this is my commencement sentence to go exploring in the spate. You like shuttle ? ``

I laughed a bit. `` Not really, but my hubby loves it so I came along. Are you hiking alone ? ``

'' Yep ! I do n't have a go at it many masses here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

'' You should probably have a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to fare down to the lower mountain this time of year, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

She gave me a suspicious looking, `` catamount ? ``

'' Ya, you know, puma, batch king of beasts, painter. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always advantageously to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't take in ! I do n't guess there 's any chance you 'd like to take the air with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go higher up, I did n't realize it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a arcsecond. This girl seemed squeamish, and I was bored silly looking at hiss through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't take care and went back to his birds. I grabbed my knapsack with its water supply, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a water system bottle for both me and Carol.

We set off, chatting as we went. carol told me she was 19, from Auckland and working at a hotel in Banff for the summer. She had arrived a week ago, and this was her initiative day off so she decided to go for a raise. She was a metropolis missy, having spent virtually of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's mountains so she was a tramp novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the mount and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching raspberry like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few former the great unwashed as we hiked, in twain or small groups, but as we got high-pitched up into the mountains we saw less and less. Carol downed the first bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't realize this would be such thirsty work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a perspiration ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't heed. It was courteous to throw mortal to talk and boost with. After about 45 minutes of walk, carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her thighs together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pee-pee dancing !

'' Got to go ? '' I asked. Carol blushed, which because she was a fairly pale-skinned redhead, was very apparent.

'' It was all that H2O ! Do you think there 's an outhouse near here ? ``

'' Oh dear. The closest is probably back where my husband is bird watching. But we 're in the Wood ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to scrunch up against. I 'll keep a look out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the way of life, before I had a luck to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her jerk her pants down, and then the razzing of pee hitting the forest floor. That missy really had to go !

'' Um, Rebekah ? '' She called. `` Do you consume any, um ... ''

'' Forgot about lavatory composition did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet report out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her seat against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, jeans and pantie around he ankles with a small-scale puddle soaking into the priming. I started to helping hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Christmas carol had the brightest, red orange fuzz I had ever seen, big and shaggy-coated between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my fount flush and my ears turn promising red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, quick to depart. Rather than taking the tissue from me though, Christmas carol instead grabbed my wrist. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed girls a few times at parties back in my University years to twit the cat, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in jounce as her tongue worked into my oral cavity and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck opening pulling me mystifying into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her rachis, sending my knife into her lip, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her clasp on my one wrist and leaving my early hand at my side.

After a few mo of kissing, as carol could enjoin I was getting more and more into it, she took hand and moved it until the tissue was against her genitals. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her slit to the book binding, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it piddle I 'm sure. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my hand away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lip again. I began to rub up and down her kitty, felling the coarse cultivated carrot red pubic region against my finger, the wetness and heating system coming from her puss. I could severalize I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully nasty and unfaltering. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth interior. I felt her twat twitching like it was trying to snaffle onto my finger. I withdrew my finger's breadth from her, and she let out a modest moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of delight as I found her clit and began to make little circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed corresponding forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moan became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her head on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy cramp under my hired hand. She let out a sigh and moved my hand off her fork, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're turn over ! '' She said and spun me around so my cover was against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sports bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this fille almost half my age do these thing to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my jean and slue the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another osculation. She slid a hired hand down into my jeans, overtop of my scanty. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a second while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my articulatio talocruralis, pulling my buns away from the tree so she could skid them down my hips. Then carol leaned forward and placed a osculation on my panties. `` I hope you gustatory sensation as safe as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panty down to unite my jeans.

'' So still, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy lips, sending shake all through my body. I waxed every other Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my caput as her fingers spread my backtalk and her lingua dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric car electrical shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two finger inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her finger's breadth to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me pant and moan.

I grabbed the dorsum of Christmas carol 's forefront, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at oral exam sex, he was fantastical, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the midsection of the woods no LE, had me more turned on the I had been in eld. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingers from inside me, causing me to to moan in disappointment. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet finger, and began pressing them against my asshole.

I had done anal before, back when I was exploring all sorts of sex in university, but these days I do n't like it much, and these days it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on carol 's fingers helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain in the neck, but the distraction of her suction on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At first she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the full feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clitoris. I almost pulled her hired hand away, but I did n't want her mouth to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the coalesce sensation of her mouthpiece and the voluminosity and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the bound. `` Do n't, do n't blockade ! I 'm so close, '' I told Carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her other script, which until now had been gripping my second joint and slide her forefinger and index finger into my pussy. I could feel the fingers in my pussy and ass detrition against each other through the slenderize wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand going out while the former went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a moment passed, when both my snatch and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some aloof office of my mind was worried that they might break in. I did n't handle though. I was hit with one of the most intense climax of, if not my aliveness, at very to the lowest degree the last few year. I shuddered and my breath caught in my pharynx. I tried to groan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few seconds. carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensible that her sassing and fingers were too practically and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need time to recover.

Carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her face, pant still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be ready for Cougars in these woods. ''