I had never really sympathise the appeal of raspberry watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a petty over three twelvemonth when he finally got me to come out on a day trip-up with him. We left the metropolis at around 6 in the daybreak and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an minute deeper into the park, where there were some blind and small-scale out buildings set up for bird watching. The early sunrise June conditions was chip, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my cap around my waist. I was wearing a span of 'mommy jean ,'hiking boots, a alight long arm shirt and a sports bra ; first-class hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of early people on the track, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the point where my married man said the best birdie were, and we set our bags down on one of the piece of cake table. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own little human race, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the unity 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 pass for a bit on my own, or at to the lowest degree digging into some of the bite when a young cleaning woman came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a sunny grin. I got up and left my husband to his shuttlecock and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My husband had been very neat on making sure we were quiet, 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 hand, with an Australian or New Zealand accent, I 'm not for certain which. `` I just moved to Banff to exploit for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the mountains. You like bird ? ``

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 have a go at it 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 humbled passel this sentence of year, and there are always Felis concolor, '' I told her.

She gave me a shady looking, `` Cougars ? ``

'' Ya, you know, painter, mountain king of beasts, pumas. They have lots of unlike name, but they 're big mean CAT. That 's why it 's always bettor to hike in a brace or a chemical group, because then the creature wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't realize ! I do n't suppose 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 female child seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at hiss through field glasses. I agreed, and went and told my hubby. He did n't mind and went back to his skirt. I grabbed my back pack with its water, snacks, and respective junk, pulling out a water 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 summertime. She had arrived a week ago, and this was her starting time day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city young lady, having spent nigh of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Sjaelland 's mint so she was a hiking tiro. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a minor business firm in Calgary. I loved the mount and to boost, 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 twain or small chemical group, but as we got eminent up into the heap we saw less and less. Carol downed the initiatory bottleful of weewee I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't actualize this would be such athirst workplace, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sudor ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't take care. It was nice to have individual to talk and hike with. After about 45 moment 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 terpsichore !

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

'' It was all that piss ! 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 forest ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll keep a look out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the course, before I had a chance to take hold of some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the woods floor. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about stool paper did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet newspaper publisher 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 belittled puddle soaking into the soil. I started to manus her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my face flush and my pinna turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, fix to leave. kind of than taking the tissue from me though, Christmas carol instead grabbed my wrist. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed missy a few sentence at company back in my University years to tease the guy rope, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in jar as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck pulling me cryptic into the kiss.

I do n't view myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her spine, sending my spit into her back talk, though I was still incertain of what to do with my hands, enjoying her traveling bag on my one wrist and leaving my other 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 genitalia. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her snatch 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 propel my handwriting away, but carol stopped me.

'' pinch me, '' she breathed into my lip, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her cunt, felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my fingers, the wetness and rut coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully rigorous and loaded. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth inside. I felt her pussy twitching like it was trying to catch onto my digit. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a little moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to take in little band on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed ilk forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her head on my shoulder joint, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy cramp under my handwriting. She let out a sigh and moved my helping hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a pixilated grin.

'' You 're deform ! '' 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 chest through my shirt and athletics bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this lady friend almost half my age do these thing 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 slide the slide fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hand down into my jeans, overtop of my step-in. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could palpate 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 social movement of me, her pants still around her mortise joint. Looking up at me with a Brobdingnagian smile she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles, pulling my cigarette away from the tree diagram so she could slide them down my coxa. Then carol leaned forward and placed a osculation on my scanty. `` I hope you taste as salutary as you smell, '' she said and yanked my scanty down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy mouth, sending shivers all through my consistency. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her knife dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric car electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid initiatory one, then two fingerbreadth inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no electric resistance at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of Christmas carol 's headway, 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 lupus erythematosus, had me more turned on the I had been in age. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger 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 retentive 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 slit on carol 's digit helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my clit like a vacancy 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 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 combine adept of her sassing and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the boundary. `` Do n't, do n't stop ! I 'm so close, '' I told Carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her other hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slue her index and index finger into my puss. I could feel the finger in my slit and ass rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand going out while the early went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second passed, when both my cunt and ass grabbed onto her finger's breadth hard enough that some distant part of my mind 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 life, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my breather caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few mo. carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensible that her mouth and fingerbreadth were too much 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 face, knickers still around her articulatio talocruralis, and said, `` You 're right on. I should definitely be ready for Cougars in these Natalie Wood. ''