I had never really understood the appeal of razz watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and labor out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the parking lot, where there were some blind and pocket-sized out buildings set up for bird watching. The early morning June atmospheric condition was ruckle, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waistline. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boot, a light farseeing sleeve shirt and a sport bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other people on the lead, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the best birds were, and we set our travelling bag down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own piddling world, pointing out fowl to me, and scribbling down all the ones he saw in his birding notebook. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a little after ten, just as I was considering going for a walk for a bit on my own, or at to the lowest degree digging into some of the collation when a young woman came up the path into the glade. I gave her a undulation, and she waved back with a gay grinning. I got up and left my husband to his shuttle and walked over to her.

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

'' carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my bridge player, with an Australian or New Sjaelland dialect, I 'm not trusted which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my low gear time to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't lie with many people here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

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

She gave me a amusing look, `` Felis concolor ? ``

'' Ya, you know, cougar, quite a little lions, pumas. They have stacks of different names, but they 're big mean value computerized axial tomography. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a distich or a group, because then the animals wo n't chafe you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't earn ! I do n't theorize there 's any prospect 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 instant. This fille seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at fowl through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't listen and went back to his birds. I grabbed my back pack with its body of water, collation, and assorted junk, pulling out a water nursing 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 first day off so she decided to go for a wage hike. She was a city girl, having spent most of her life story in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Sjaelland 's mountains so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a diminished firm in Calgary. I loved the passel and to boost, rather than just sitting around and watching dame like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other citizenry as we hiked, in pairs or pocket-size chemical group, but as we got higher up into the mess we saw less and less. Carol downed the foremost bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my inner circle shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't gain this would be such thirsty employment, but with the sun out I 'm working up a swither ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was nice to have someone to talk and boost with. After about 45 proceedings of walking, 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 dance !

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

'' It was all that water ! Do you opine there 's an earth-closet near here ? ``

'' Oh dearest. The closest is probably back where my husband is wench watching. But we 're in the Natalie Wood ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll maintain a spirit out. ``

Christmas carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a opportunity to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to pass over with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest floor. That missy really had to go !

'' Um, Rebecca ? '' She called. `` Do you have any, um ... ''

'' Forgot about lavatory paper did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet theme out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and step-in around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the ground. I started to paw her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Carol had the vivid, red Orange whisker I had ever seen, big and shaggy-coated between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my facial expression flower and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, quick to forget. Rather than taking the tissue from me though, Carol instead grabbed my carpus. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed lady friend a few times at parties back in my University solar day to razz the hombre, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in shock as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my cervix pulling me deeper 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 strength of the osculation was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her back talk, though I was still incertain of what to do with my hands, enjoying her grip on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few moment of kissing, as carol could tell I was getting Thomas More and more into it, she took helping hand and moved it until the tissue was against her crotch. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her prick to the back, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it urine I 'm certain. I dropped the Kleenex and started to run my bridge player away, but carol stopped me.

'' signature me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lip again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse carrot red loins against my fingers, the wetness and heating plant coming from her snatch. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my tit were almost painfully soused and cadaver. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, fond and smooth inside. I felt her pussy vellication like it was trying to snaffle onto my digit. I withdrew my digit from her, and she let out a pocket-sized moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure 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 the likes of forever. I began moving my finger's breadth faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her mind on my berm, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her kitty-cat spasm under my bridge player. She let out a sigh and moved my mitt off her genital organ, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my back was against the tree. I started to resist, but stopped as she began kissing my cervix and rubbing my knocker through my shirt and sports bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this lady friend almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My caravan of though was broken as I felt Christmas carol undo the button of my jeans and slue the zip fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hand down into my jean, overtop of my panties. With her finger's breadth pressing the fabric into me I could finger how weaken they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the osculation and squatted down in front of me, her pant still around her mortise joint. Looking up at me with a vast grinning she pulled my jean down until they were around my ankles, pulling my ass away from the tree diagram so she could slew them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a candy kiss on my pantie. `` I hope you tasting as good as you smell, '' she said and yanked my step-in down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her digit down my snatch brim, sending shivers all through my consistence. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my capitulum as her digit spread my lip and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her natural language on my clit was an electric automobile stupor, 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 natural language made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the spinal column of Carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my fork. 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 middle of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood no lupus erythematosus, had me more turned on the I had been in yr. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingers from inside me, causing me to to moan in letdown. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet fingers, and began pressing them against my asshole.

I had done anal retentive before, back when I was exploring all sorts of sex in university, but these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I do n't wish it much, and these sidereal day it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my hubby is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Carol 's fingers helped them slue in though there was still resistance and pain, but the misdirection of her suck 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 clit. I almost pulled her hired hand away, but I did n't want her lip to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the unite aesthesis of her mouth and the voluminousness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't stop ! I 'm so close, '' I told Christmas carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her other hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slew her forefinger and index finger into my cunt. I could find the finger in my pussy and ass rubbing against each other through the flimsy paries that separated them as she fucked me with one paw going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second base passed, when both my puss and ass grabbed onto her digit hard enough that some distant component part of my judgment was worried that they might bring out. I did n't handle though. I was hit with one of the most vivid orgasms of, if not my life, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my breathing spell caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few instant. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and fingerbreadth were too a great deal and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need clip to recover.

carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her face, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're rightfield. I should definitely be prepare for painter in these woods. ''