I had never really understood the appeal of hiss observance, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to total out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the dayspring and push out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the green, where there were some subterfuge and little out building set up for bird watching. The betimes sunup June weather was crinkle, but as the sun got high it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking charge, a tripping long sleeve shirt and a summercater bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the comfortably razz were, and we set our bagful down on one of the picnic table. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own piffling world, pointing out wench 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 snacks when a young woman came up the way of life into the glade. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a gay grin. I got up and left my hubby to his birds and walked over to her.

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

'' carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Seeland accent, I 'm not sure enough which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the mountains. You like fowl ? ``

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 multitude here, so I 'm all on my lone today. ``

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

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

'' Ya, you know, Felis concolor, mountain lions, pumas. They have slews of different names, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a pair or a mathematical group, because then the animate being wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't agnize ! I do n't presuppose there 's any luck you 'd like to walk 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 second. This girl seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at wench through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my backpack with its urine, snacks, and respective junk, pulling out a pee bottleful for both me and Carol.

We set off, chatting as we went. Christmas 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 first day off so she decided to go for a wage increase. She was a city fille, having spent most of her animation 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 house in Calgary. I loved the flock and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birds like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in pairs or modest groups, but as we got gamy up into the muckle we saw less and less. carol downed the showtime bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't see this would be such thirsty work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't listen. It was nice to have someone to let the cat out of the bag and hike with. After about 45 minutes of walking, 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 take a leak 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 guess there 's an outhouse near here ? ``

'' Oh honey. The closest is probably back where my married man is wench watching. But we 're in the woodwind ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to hunker down against. I 'll sustain a tone out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the route, before I had a chance to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her jerk her pants down, and then the snort of pee hitting the woodland level. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about toilet report did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her tail end against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, dungaree and step-in around he ankles with a diminished puddle soaking into the undercoat. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my facial expression prime and my auricle turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, quick to allow. kinda than taking the tissue paper from me though, 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 time at parties back in my University day to tease the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there freeze down in electric shock as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the workforce still holding my articulatio radiocarpea and the early behind my neck pulling me deep 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 candy kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my spit into her sass, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her bag on my one wrist and leaving my other script at my side.

After a few proceedings of kissing, as Christmas carol could differentiate I was getting to a greater extent and more into it, she took hand 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 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 sass again. I began to rub up and down her kitty, felling the coarse carrot red os pubis against my fingers, the wetness and heat coming from her cunt. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my tit were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and polish inside. I felt her kitty-cat twitch like it was trying to grab onto my fingerbreadth. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small moan of thwarting which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her button and began to do footling circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed alike forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moan became louder. She broke off our candy kiss and rested her head on my articulatio humeri, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy muscle spasm under my manus. She let out a sigh and moved my manus 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 protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my chest through my shirt and sport bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this daughter almost half my age do these things to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My power train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the push of my jean and slide the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another buss. She slid a hand down into my denim, overtop of my scanty. With her digit pressing the fabric into me I could sense how weaken they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the buss and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankle. Looking up at me with a Brobdingnagian smile she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles, 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 step-in. `` I hope you taste as effective as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panties down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her finger down my pussy sass, sending shivers all through my physical structure. I waxed every early Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all intellection left my pass as her fingers spread my lip 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 world-class one, then two digit inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no electric resistance at all. She curled her finger's breadth to rub against the cap of my pussy, which combined with her natural language made me pant and moan.

I grabbed the back of carol 's headway, and pushed her harder against my genitals. It 's not that my husband was bad at viva sex, he was grand, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood no less, had me more turned on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingerbreadth from inside me, causing me to to groan in disappointment. 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 Clarence Day 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, but the distraction of her sucking on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At beginning she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the full phase of the moon feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her hand away, but I did n't want her rima oris to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined whizz of her sass and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't cease ! 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 slither her forefinger and forefinger finger into my kitty. I could find the fingers in my pussycat and ass rubbing against each other through the tenuous wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand 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 hard enough that some distant part of my judgment was worried that they might break. I did n't wish though. I was hit with one of the most intense coming of, if not my life, at very to the lowest degree the finish few years. I shuddered and my breath caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few second. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so raw that her mouth and finger's breadth were too a lot 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 look, drawers still around her ankle, and said, `` You 're correct. I should definitely be ready for catamount in these Sir Henry Joseph Wood. ''