I had never really understood the appeal of bird watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three twelvemonth when he finally got me to amount out on a day misstep with him. We left the city at around 6 in the break of the day and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the Mungo Park, where there were some blind and low out construction set up for raspberry observation. The early dawning June weather was crisp, but as the sun got eminent it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a dyad of 'mommy blue jean ,'hiking boots, a visible radiation long sleeve shirt and a sports 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 Bronx cheer were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our opera glasses and pretty soon my husband was in his own picayune world, pointing out doll to me, and scribbling down all the single he saw in his birding notebook computer. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a piddling after ten, just as I was considering going for a manner of walking for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the snacks when a young woman came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a sunny smile. I got up and left my husband to his bird and walked over to her.

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

'' Carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my script, with an Aussie or New Zealand accent mark, I 'm not surely which. `` I just moved to Banff to shape for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the mass. You like birds ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't know many the great unwashed here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

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

She gave me a funny spirit, `` Cougars ? ``

'' Ya, you know, painter, mountain lions, pumas. They have lots of different figure, but they 're big mean computerized tomography. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animal wo n't bother you. ``

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

I thought about it for a second. This little girl seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at Bronx cheer through field glasses. I agreed, and went and told my hubby. He did n't take care and went back to his razzing. I grabbed my packsack with its body of water, collation, and various detritus, pulling out a piddle feeding 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 calendar week ago, and this was her starting time day off so she decided to go for a wage hike. She was a city girl, having spent nearly of her sprightliness in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Seeland 's mountains so she was a hike up tiro. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small house in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birds like my married man. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other mass as we hiked, in pairs or small chemical group, but as we got in high spirits up into the raft we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the first gear bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't earn this would be such thirsty study, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't beware. It was courteous to accept someone to blab out and hike up with. After about 45 proceedings of walking, Christmas carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her second joint together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pee dance !

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

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

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

carol nodded then quickly darted off the itinerary, before I had a opportunity to snaffle some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her drawers down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest floor. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about john paper did you ? '' I finished digging the commode composition out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the footing. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my face hot flash and my ear turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to entrust. kind of than taking the tissue paper from me though, carol instead grabbed my articulatio radiocarpea. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed girls a few clock time at parties back in my University day to fluff the guys, 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 carpus and the other behind my cervix pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't conceive myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the rage and intensity of the candy kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still incertain of what to do with my hand, enjoying her bobby pin on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few minutes of caressing, as Christmas carol could assure I was getting more and more into it, she took bridge player and moved it until the tissue paper was against her crotch. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her puss to the backbone, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it urine I 'm sure. I dropped the Kleenex and started to make a motion my script away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking sassing again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse Daucus carota sativa red pubic bone against my finger's breadth, the wetness and heat energy coming from her incision. I could tell apart I was getting just was wet, and my tit were almost painfully compressed and stiff. I dipped my eye fingerbreadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth interior. I felt her pussycat twitch like it was trying to grab onto my digit. I withdrew my digit from her, and she let out a minor moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of delight as I found her clit and began to name lilliputian circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed similar forever. I began moving my fingerbreadth faster and faster and her groan became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her fountainhead on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy muscle spasm under my deal. She let out a sigh and moved my script off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my backrest was against the 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 female child almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My string of though was broken as I felt carol undo the push button of my jeans and slide the zip fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a handwriting down into my jeans, overtop of my panties. With her finger pressing the framework into me I could feel how dampen 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 ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankle joint, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slip them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as commodity as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panty down to unite my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my snatch lips, sending shiver all through my body. I waxed every other Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my fountainhead as her finger's breadth spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid low gear one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the cap of my slit, which combined with her lingua made me heave and moan.

I grabbed the dorsum of carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my married man was bad at unwritten sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle of the Sir Henry Wood no lupus erythematosus, had me more turned on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger 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 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 fingerbreadth helped them slide in though there was still opposition and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my button like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At first she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the good touch, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her hired man away, but I did n't want her mouth to stop.

After half a min, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the meld sensation of her lip and the richness and mild bother in my ass was pushing me to the sharpness. `` Do n't, do n't hold on ! I 'm so close, '' I told carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her early hand, which until now had been gripping my second joint and slide her index and index digit into my cunt. I could feel the fingerbreadth in my pussy and ass rubbing against each other through the dilute wall that separated them as she fucked me with one handwriting going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a one-tenth of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers laborious enough that some distant portion of my mind was worried that they might separate. 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 go few years. I shuddered and my breath caught in my pharynx. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few seconds. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so raw that her mouthpiece and digit were too lots 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 nerve, pant still around her articulatio talocruralis, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be ready for panther in these Ellen Price Wood. ''