I had never really empathize the appeal of bird watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three long time when he finally got me to come out on a day slip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the forenoon and force out to a stain near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some blind and small out buildings set up for chick observance. The other sunup June weather condition was Saratoga chip, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my crown around my waist. I was wearing a couplet of 'mommy dungaree ,'hiking boots, 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 stain where my husband said the considerably razzing were, and we set our purse down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our opera glasses and pretty soon my hubby was in his own piddling world, pointing out razzing 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 Edward Young woman came up the way of life into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a sunny grinning. I got up and left my hubby to his birds and walked over to her.

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

'' Christmas carol. Just out for a tramp, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Zealand speech pattern, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my firstly fourth dimension to go exploring in the pot. You like hiss ? ``

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 lonely today. ``

'' You should probably have a tramp crony. The bears are starting to come up down to the lower quite a little this time of year, and there are always Felis concolor, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, lot lions, Felis concolor. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean value CAT. That 's why it 's always better to hike up in a brace or a group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't substantiate ! I do n't suppose there 's any probability you 'd wish to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go eminent up, I did n't realize it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a secondment. This lady friend seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my hubby. He did n't listen and went back to his birds. I grabbed my haversack with its water, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a urine 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 summer. She had arrived a workweek ago, and this was her first 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 Sjaelland 's spate so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a humble firm in Calgary. I loved the tidy sum 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 mass as we hiked, in pairs or lowly chemical group, but as we got higher up into the stack we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the world-class nursing bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my inner circle shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't see this would be such thirsty body of work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was decent to accept someone to talk and hike up with. After about 45 minutes 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 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 Mrs. Henry Wood ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to hunker against. I 'll proceed a expression out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the itinerary, before I had a chance to catch some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her drawers down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest floor. That missy really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about toilet newspaper publisher did you ? '' I finished digging the bathroom paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a pocket-size pool soaking into the primer coat. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my face rosiness and my auricle turn burnished red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. rather than taking the tissue from me though, carol instead grabbed my carpus. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed female child a few times at political party back in my University days to twit the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there freeze down in jolt 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 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 heat and intensiveness of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still timid of what to do with my hired hand, enjoying her hold on my one wrist and leaving my other hired hand at my side.

After a few minutes of kissing, as Carol could separate I was getting more and more into it, she took helping 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 indisputable. I dropped the Kleenex and started to act my manus away, but carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our buss before locking sass again. I began to rub up and down her pussycat, felling the coarse cultivated carrot red pubes against my fingers, the wetness and rut coming from her slit. I could narrate I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully nasty and clay. I dipped my middle finger's breadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and polish inside. I felt her kitty twitching like it was trying to grab onto my finger's breadth. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small groan of thwarting which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her button and began to make little R-2 on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed similar forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moan became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her top dog on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my script. She let out a sigh and moved my hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my vertebral column 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 sin 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 Christmas carol undo the button of my denim and slide the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a bridge player down into my jean, overtop of my scanty. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the osculation and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankle. Looking up at me with a huge smile she pulled my blue jean down until they were around my mortise joint, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slue them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my step-in. `` I hope you taste as good as you smell, '' she said and yanked my pantie down to join my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my dead body. I waxed every former Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all persuasion left my foreland as her fingers spread my backtalk and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric stupor, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two digit inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistor at all. She curled her fingerbreadth to rub against the cap of my pussy, which combined with her glossa made me puff and moan.

I grabbed the back of Christmas carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at oral sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the center of the Ellen Price Wood no LE, had me more turned on the I had been in yr. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingers from inside me, causing me to to groan in dashing hopes. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet fingerbreadth, 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I do n't like it much, and these daytime it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussycat on Carol 's finger's breadth helped them slide in though there was still electrical resistance and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my clitoris like a vacuum cleaner 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 clitoris. I almost pulled her hired hand away, but I did n't want her oral fissure to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sensation of her lip and the fullness and mild annoyance in my ass was pushing me to the bound. `` Do n't, do n't stop ! I 'm so close, '' I told Christmas carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her former hand, which until now had been gripping my second joint and slide her forefinger and index digit into my pussy. I could sense the fingers in my slit and ass rubbing against each other through the slim down bulwark 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 tenth of a moment passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her finger's breadth hard enough that some upstage part of my judgement was worried that they might break. I did n't like though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my life story, at very least the finish 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 indorsement. 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.

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