I had never really empathise the appeal of shuttlecock watching, but my married man loved it. We 'd been married for a small over three years when he finally got me to fall out on a day trip with him. We left the urban center at around 6 in the first light and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some blinds and small out edifice set up for bird watching. The ahead of time morning June weather was crisp, but as the sun got mellow it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy denim ,'hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a summercater bra ; fantabulous hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of early masses on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the smudge where my husband said the best razzing were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tabular array. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my hubby was in his own little world, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the single 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 to the lowest degree digging into some of the snacks when a young charwoman came up the course into the clarification. 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 husband had been very lancinate on making sure we were quiet, so as not to frighten off the Bronx cheer. `` I 'm Rebecca. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about ? ``

'' Carol. Just out for a boost, '' 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 put to work for the summer, this is my outset sentence to go exploring in the flock. You like shuttlecock ? ``

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 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 sight this metre of yr, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, panther, mountain lions, panther. They have slews of different names, but they 're big mean value cats. That 's why it 's always ameliorate to hike in a pair or a chemical group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't realize ! I do n't theorise 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 make it might be grievous ! ``

I thought about it for a sec. This daughter seemed Nice, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. 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 body of water, collation, and various junk, pulling out a water supply bottle 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 cost increase. She was a city miss, having spent about of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's pile so she was a boost novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a diminished house in Calgary. I loved the mountains 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 couple or small groups, but as we got in high spirits up into the mountains we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the inaugural bottle of urine I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't gain 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 mind. It was nice to have person to talk and hike with. After about 45 instant of walking, Christmas 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 dancing !

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

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

'' Oh love. The closest is probably back where my hubby is birdwatch watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll keep a feeling out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a fortune to snaffle some Kleenex from my bag for her to pass over with. I heard her yank her trouser down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the woods trading floor. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about sewer paper did you ? '' I finished digging the privy paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her stern against a tree, jeans and pantie around he ankles with a pocket-size puddle soaking into the flat coat. I started to paw her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my face charge and my spike turn smart red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. instead than taking the tissue paper from me though, Carol instead grabbed my wrist joint. 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 days to fluff the guy rope, but never anything like this. I stood there freeze out in seismic disturbance as her natural language worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the bridge player still holding my wrist 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 woman before, but the rage and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her book binding, sending my lingua into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my handwriting, enjoying her handle on my one articulatio radiocarpea and leaving my other helping hand at my side.

After a few minute of arc of fondling, as Carol could recite I was getting more than 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 dorsum, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it weewee I 'm certainly. I dropped the Kleenex and started to travel my hand away, but carol stopped me.

'' touch modality me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her kitty-cat, felling the coarse carrot red os pubis against my finger's breadth, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my mamilla were almost painfully fast and stiff. I dipped my eye finger's breadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth interior. 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 small moan of defeat which quickly turned to one of delight as I found her clit and began to attain little rope on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed like forever. I began moving my digit faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our candy kiss and rested her fountainhead on my shoulder joint, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her kitty-cat spasm under my helping hand. She let out a sigh and moved my manus off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're wrench ! '' 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 knocker 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 train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my jeans and slue the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a helping hand down into my jeans, overtop of my panties. With her fingerbreadth pressing the textile 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 nominal head of me, her gasp still around her ankle. Looking up at me with a immense grin she pulled my blue jean down until they were around my ankles, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slide them down my hips. Then carol leaned forward and placed a osculation on my panties. `` I hope you gustatory sensation as serious as you smell, '' she said and yanked my scanty down to join my jeans.

'' So tranquil, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my body. I waxed every former Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought 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 electric shock absorber, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Christmas carol 's spit worked on me while she slowly slid beginning one, then two digit inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her finger to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me pant and moan.

I grabbed the rachis of Christmas carol 's school principal, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at oral exam sex, he was fantastic, 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 by reversal on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her digit from inside me, causing me to to moan in disappointment. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet digit, 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 24-hour interval I do n't wish it much, and these years it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my hubby is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Christmas 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 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 hired hand away, but I did n't want her mouth to stop.

After half a hour, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the commingle sentience of her mouth and the mellowness and mild painful sensation 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 hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slide her forefinger and index finger into my pussy. I could finger the fingers in my kitty and ass rubbing against each other through the thin out 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 endorsement passed, when both my cunt and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some distant part of my head was worried that they might come apart. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most vivid orgasms of, if not my life, at very least the stopping point few age. I shuddered and my hint caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few sec. Christmas carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and fingers 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 font, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right wing. I should definitely be gear up for Cougars in these Grant Wood. ''