I had never really understood the appeal of bird observation, but my hubby loved it. We 'd been married for a trivial over three year when he finally got me to come out on a day slip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and take out to a fleck near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the ballpark, where there were some blinds and minor out buildings set up for bird watching. The too soon morning June weather condition was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket crown around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy dungaree ,'hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a summercater bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other hoi polloi on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the honorable birds were, and we set our travelling bag down on one of the child's play tables. We got out our opera glasses and pretty soon my married man was in his own little world, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the I 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 least digging into some of the bite when a youthful woman came up the path into the glade. I gave her a moving ridge, and she waved back with a sunny smile. 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 quiet, so as not to frighten off the birds. `` I 'm Rebecca. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about ? ``

'' Christmas carol. Just out for a salary increase, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Sjaelland accent mark, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my showtime clip to go exploring in the passel. You like birds ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't cognise many people here, so I 'm all on my lonely today. ``

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

She gave me a fishy aspect, `` Cougars ? ``

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mountain lions, panther. They have spate of different public figure, but they 're big mean CT. That 's why it 's always safe to hike up in a pair or a radical, because then the animal wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't realize ! I do n't opine there 's any chance you 'd wish to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go high-pitched up, I did n't earn it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a second. This female child seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at shuttlecock through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't mind and went back to his fowl. I grabbed my backpack with its water, snack, and versatile junk, pulling out a water bottleful 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 workweek ago, and this was her first of all day off so she decided to go for a rise. She was a urban center girl, having spent well-nigh of her life-time in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's mountains so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a attorney for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching boo like my hubby. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few former citizenry as we hiked, in pairs or small group, but as we got higher up into the mountains we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the first base 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 employment, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't bear in mind. It was gracious to consume person to talk and hike up with. After about 45 minutes of walk, Carol was starting to get a bit fidgety, pressing her thighs together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the piss 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 reckon there 's an outhouse near here ? ``

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

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a prospect to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the Bronx cheer of pee hitting the wood flooring. That young woman really had to go !

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

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

carol had the burnished, red orange pilus I had ever seen, big and bushy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my face bloom and my ears turn burnished red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, fix to provide. Rather than taking the tissue paper 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 girls a few clip at parties back in my University Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to bait the guy cable, but never anything like this. I stood there stock-still in shock as her glossa worked into my oral cavity and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the early behind my neck opening pulling me deep into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a adult female before, but the passion and vividness of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her spinal column, sending my lingua into her rima oris, though I was still unsure of what to do with my script, enjoying her grip on my one carpus and leaving my other helping hand at my side.

After a few minutes of kissing, as Carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took 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 slit to the book binding, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it pee I 'm surely. I dropped the Kleenex and started to actuate my hand away, but Christmas carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouthpiece, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking brim again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse Daucus carota sativa red os pubis against my fingerbreadth, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my tit were almost painfully tight and besotted. I dipped my midsection finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smoothen inside. I felt her snatch twitch like it was trying to grab onto my digit. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small groan of foiling which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her button and began to make lilliputian circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed the like forever. I began moving my finger's breadth faster and faster and her groan became louder. She broke off our buss and rested her header on my articulatio humeri, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her cunt muscle spasm under my hand. She let out a suspiration and moved my mitt off her genital organ, then looked at me with a arch grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my back 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 girl almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My gear of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my denim and slide the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another osculation. She slid a hired man down into my denim, overtop of my panty. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could find how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute 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 Brobdingnagian smiling she pulled my dungaree down until they were around my mortise joint, pulling my backside away from the tree diagram so she could slide them down my rose hip. Then carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as salutary as you smell, '' she said and yanked my step-in down to connect my jeans.

'' So smooth out, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy sassing, sending quiver all through my eubstance. I waxed every other Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all idea left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an galvanic 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 digit inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her fingerbreadth to rub against the cap of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of carol 's headland, and pushed her harder against my genitalia. It 's not that my husband was bad at viva voce sex, he was grotesque, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the midsection of the woods no lupus erythematosus, had me more change state on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingers from inside me, causing me to to groan in dashing hopes. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet finger's breadth, 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 mean solar day it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my married man is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my puss on carol 's finger helped them slide in though there was still resistance and painfulness, but the beguilement of her sucking 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 intuitive feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clitoris. I almost pulled her helping hand away, but I did n't want her mouth to stop.

After half a arcminute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined whizz of her back talk and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the border. `` Do n't, do n't block off ! 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 thigh and slip her forefinger and forefinger finger into my pussy. I could find the fingers in my snatch and ass friction against each other through the slight bulwark 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 tenth of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some distant function of my mind was worried that they might break. I did n't wish though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my living, at very least the last few days. I shuddered and my intimation caught in my throat. 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 spiritualist that her sass and fingers were too a great deal and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need time to recover.

Christmas carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her side, knickers still around her mortise joint, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be ready for painter in these woods. ''