I had never really understood the charm of bird observation, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a minuscule over three days 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 beat back out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the Mungo Park, where there were some blinds and small out buildings set up for bird observance. The former dawning June weather was ruckle, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my shank. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy blue jean ,'hiking thrill, a light long arm shirt and a sports bra ; splendid 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 bags down on one of the cinch tables. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my hubby was in his own fiddling world, pointing out dame to me, and scribbling down all the one 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 womanhood came up the itinerary 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 birds and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My hubby 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 ? ``

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

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 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 slew this time of year, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mount lions, catamount. They have slews of different figure, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always better to boost in a pair or a group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't clear ! I do n't conjecture there 's any chance you 'd wish to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go higher up, I did n't realize it might be grave ! ``

I thought about it for a second. This young lady seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my hubby. He did n't mind and went back to his fowl. I grabbed my haversack with its piss, snack, and various dust, 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 week ago, and this was her foremost day off so she decided to go for a rise. She was a city girl, having spent most of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's mountains so she was a hiking tyro. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a pocket-sized business firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike up, rather than just sitting around and watching raspberry like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other multitude as we hiked, in span or small groups, but as we got higher up into the mass we saw less and less. carol downed the first bottleful of water I gave her, and then another from my battalion shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't take in this would be such hungry work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a travail ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't beware. It was overnice to have somebody to talk and hike with. After about 45 proceedings of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her thigh together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the urinate terpsichore !

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

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

'' Oh honey. 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 hunker down against. I 'll go on a look out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the course, before I had a chance to catch some Kleenex from my bag for her to pass over with. I heard her yank her bloomers down, and then the fizzle of pee hitting the forest story. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about throne report did you ? '' I finished digging the gutter theme out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, denim and pantie around he ankles with a small pool soaking into the background. I started to mitt her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my brass flush and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. Rather than taking the tissue 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 political party back in my University days to tease the cat, but never anything like this. I stood there glacial in shock as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my radiocarpal joint and the early behind my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a charwoman before, but the passion and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her vertebral column, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her grip on my one wrist joint and leaving my early script at my side.

After a few moment of kissing, as Carol could distinguish I was getting Thomas 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 back, 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 move my deal away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my backtalk, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking backtalk again. I began to rub up and down her twat, felling the coarse cultivated carrot red pubis against my digit, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle fingerbreadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth inside. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a minuscule groan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clitoris and began to make little circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed like forever. I began moving my finger's breadth faster and faster and her moan became louder. She broke off our osculation and rested her head on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her twat spasm under my script. She let out a sigh and moved my hand off her genital organ, then looked at me with a impish 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 snake pit was I doing ? Letting this girl almost half my age do these thing to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My train of though was broken as I felt Christmas carol undo the clit of my jean and slide the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hand down into my denim, overtop of my panty. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel 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 pant still around her articulatio talocruralis. Looking up at me with a immense grin she pulled my blue jean down until they were around my ankle joint, pulling my butt away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree so she could slide them down my rosehip. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my step-in. `` I hope you taste as adept as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panties down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy brim, sending shiver all through my body. I waxed every early Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my nous as her fingerbreadth spread my brim and her clapper dipped between them. The effect of her lingua on my clit was an electric cushion, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Christmas carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two fingers 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 ceiling of my puss, which combined with her tongue made me puff and moan.

I grabbed the spine of Christmas carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at viva sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle of the Wood no LE, had me more turned on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger's breadth from inside me, causing me to to moan 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 form 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 hubby is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Carol 's fingerbreadth helped them slide in though there was still resistance and nuisance, but the beguilement of her suction on my clit like a void kept me from protesting. At first she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the total feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clitoris. I almost pulled her mitt away, but I did n't need her oral fissure to stop.

After half a minute of arc, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combine sentience of her mouth and the voluminosity and balmy pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't stop ! I 'm so close, '' I told Carol in a breathless groan. It was then that she took her other helping hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slip her forefinger and index digit into my pussy. I could feel the fingers in my pussy and ass friction against each former through the thin wall that separated them as she fucked me with one paw going out while the former went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a ten percent of a arcsecond passed, when both my kitty and ass grabbed onto her fingers toilsome enough that some aloof component of my thinker was worried that they might break. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my living, at very least the last few old age. I shuddered and my breathing place 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 sensitive that her mouth and fingers were too practically and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need sentence to recover.

Christmas carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her font, gasp still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be make for cougar in these woodwind. ''