I had never really interpret the solicitation of dame watching, but my married man loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day trip-up with him. We left the city at around 6 in the good morning and motor out to a situation near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an 60 minutes deeper into the parkland, where there were some subterfuge and small out construction set up for bird watching. The early morning June weather was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boot, a light retentive sleeve shirt and a sports bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of former people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the dapple where my husband said the best raspberry were, and we set our udder down on one of the pushover tables. We got out our field glasses and pretty soon my hubby was in his own little world, pointing out birdie to me, and scribbling down all the ones he saw in his birding notebook computer. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a niggling after ten, just as I was considering going for a base on balls for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the collation when a young woman came up the itinerary into the glade. 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 slap-up on making sure we were quiet, so as not to fright off the wench. `` I 'm Rebecca. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about ? ``

'' Carol. Just out for a cost increase, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Aussie or New Zealand dialect, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my foremost time to go exploring in the mountains. You like birdie ? ``

I laughed a bit. `` Not really, but my hubby 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 bring down mountain this time of yr, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mountain lions, pumas. They have heaps of dissimilar names, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a couple or a group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

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

I thought about it for a second. This girl seemed dainty, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my married man. He did n't listen and went back to his birds. I grabbed my rucksack with its water, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a water feeding 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 week ago, and this was her first day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a urban center female child, having spent most of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Sjaelland 's stack so she was a boost novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a pocket-sized firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to boost, rather than just sitting around and watching shuttlecock like my hubby. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few early masses as we hiked, in pairs or small groups, but as we got higher up into the spate we saw less and less. carol downed the first bottleful of H2O I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't understand this would be such hungry study, but with the sun out I 'm working up a exertion ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't bear in mind. It was nice to have somebody to speak and hike with. After about 45 min of walking, carol was starting to get a bit fidgety, pressing her second joint together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pee-pee 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 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 encounter a Tree to squat against. I 'll proceed a look out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the track, before I had a probability to snap up some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her bloomers down, and then the Bronx cheer of pee hitting the forest level. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about commode paper did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her ass against a Tree, jeans and step-in around he ankles with a low puddle soaking into the basis. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Carol had the promising, red orange hair I had ever seen, big and shaggy-coated between her branch. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my look flush and my spike turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, prepare to go away. sort 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 girlfriend a few times at company back in my University days to bug the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in shock as her knife worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the manus still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't count myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and intensity of the buss was turning me on. I started kissing her vertebral column, sending my natural language into her mouth, though I was still timid of what to do with my workforce, enjoying her grip on my one wrist joint and leaving my other handwriting at my side.

After a few minute of arc of kissing, as carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took bridge player 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 urine I 'm sure as shooting. I dropped the Kleenex and started to motivate my hand away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our candy kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her cunt, felling the coarse cultivated carrot red pubes against my finger's breadth, the wetness and heat coming from her cunt. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, strong and liquid inside. I felt her pussycat twitching like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a low moan of thwarting which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her button and began to earn little rotary 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 kiss and rested her psyche on my shoulder joint, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her twat spasm under my hired man. She let out a suspiration and moved my hired hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're rick ! '' She said and spun me around so my back was against the tree. I started to dissent, but stopped as she began kissing my neck opening and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and mutation bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this miss 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 slither the zip down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another candy kiss. She slid a deal down into my jeans, overtop of my panty. With her fingers pressing the textile into me I could feel how deaden they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a mo while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the osculation and squatted down in battlefront of me, her pants still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my articulatio talocruralis, pulling my butt away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree so she could slue them down my pelvic girdle. Then Christmas carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you gustatory modality as good 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 puss rim, sending chill all through my physical structure. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my promontory as her finger's breadth spread my brim and her tongue dipped between them. The core of her tongue on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Christmas carol 's lingua worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistivity at all. She curled her digit to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her knife made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the spinal column of Christmas carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at viva voce sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a lady friend doing this to me, and in the middle of the woodwind 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 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 years I do n't wish it much, and these sidereal day it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my puss on Carol 's fingerbreadth helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the misdirection of her sucking on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At firstly she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the replete notion, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her paw away, but I did n't need her mouth to stop.

After half a minute of arc, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sense datum of her mouth and the voluminousness and mild botheration in my ass was pushing me to the bound. `` Do n't, do n't discontinue ! 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 skid her forefinger and index finger into my slit. I could feel the finger in my pussycat and ass detrition against each former 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 pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some distant section of my mind was worried that they might transgress. 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 cobbler's last few years. I shuddered and my breath caught in my pharynx. I tried to groan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few secondment. Christmas carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and digit were too often 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, pants still around her ankle, and said, `` You 're veracious. I should definitely be ready for Cougars in these woods. ''