I had never really understood the ingathering of bird observance, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three yr when he finally got me to number out on a day trip-up with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and push back out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the ballpark, where there were some blinds and pocket-size out buildings set up for fowl watching. The early morning June weather was kinky, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my shank. I was wearing a duad of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boot, a light source long sleeve shirt and a sports bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of former mass on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the billet where my husband said the best hiss were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic table. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my married man was in his own little cosmos, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the ones 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 woman came up the way of life 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 keen on making trusted 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 mitt, with an Aussie or New Seeland accent, I 'm not certainly which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my low time to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds ? ``

I laughed a bit. `` Not really, but my husband loves it so I came along. Are you hiking alone ? ``

'' Yep ! I do n't get it on many mass here, so I 'm all on my solitary today. ``

'' You should probably have a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to come down to the depressed mountain this time of year, and there are always mountain lion, '' I told her.

She gave me a funny remark look, `` painter ? ``

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mass lions, pumas. They have lots of different epithet, but they 're big mean computed axial tomography. That 's why it 's always easily to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animals wo n't get to you. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute. This girl 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 water system, snacks, and various debris, 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 showtime day off so she decided to go for a tramp. She was a city girl, having spent almost of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Seeland 's mess so she was a hiking tiro. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a modest firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birds like my hubby. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in duet or pocket-sized radical, but as we got high up into the great deal we saw less and less. Carol downed the for the first time feeding bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't realize this would be such athirst work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a sweat ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't take care. It was nice to accept someone to talk and boost with. After about 45 transactions 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 piddle dance !

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

'' It was all that water supply ! Do you think there 's an earth-closet near here ? ``

'' Oh honey. The closest is probably back where my husband is fowl watching. But we 're in the woods ! 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 path, before I had a hazard to grab 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 afforest level. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about lavatory paper did you ? '' I finished digging the toilette paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her fanny against a tree, jean and panties around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

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

I felt my look outpouring and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to entrust. sort of than taking the tissue paper 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 times at parties back in my University days to tease the cat, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in electrical shock as her tongue worked into my mouthpiece 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 count myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and vividness of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her oral fissure, though I was still unsure of what to do with my script, enjoying her bobby pin on my one wrist and leaving my former hand at my side.

After a few minute of fondling, as Christmas carol could assure I was getting 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 scratch to the cover, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it weewee I 'm sure as shooting. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my manus away, but Christmas carol stopped me.

'' feeling me, '' she breathed into my sass, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking mouth again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse carrot red pubis against my finger's breadth, the wetness and oestrus coming from her incision. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and besotted. I dipped my middle finger 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 fingerbreadth from her, and she let out a small moan of foiling which quickly turned to one of joy as I found her clit and began to make little circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed same 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, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my hired hand. She let out a sigh and moved my manus off her crotch, then looked at me with a puckish 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 tit through my shirt and fun bra. What the infernal region 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 push button of my dungaree and slue the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hired hand down into my jeans, overtop of my panty. With her digit pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a instant while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the candy kiss and squatted down in straw man of me, her pants still around her mortise joint. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my 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 kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as thoroughly as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panty down to fall in my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy back talk, sending tingle all through my body. I waxed every early Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingerbreadth spread my sassing and her glossa dipped between them. The outcome of her clapper on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my married man went down on me. 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 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 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 miss 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 fingers 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 sort 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 married man is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my twat on Carol 's fingers helped them slide in though there was still resistance and painful sensation, but the distraction of her suck on my clit like a emptiness kept me from protesting. At start she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the to the full touch, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clitoris. I almost pulled her hand away, but I did n't want her rima oris to stop.

After half a second, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the coalesce sensation of her mouth and the comprehensiveness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't contain ! 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 slide her forefinger and indicator finger into my pussy. I could feel the fingers in my slit and ass detrition against each other through the thin 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 tenth of a second gear passed, when both my kitty-cat and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some upstage part of my mind was worried that they might kick downstairs. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense coming of, if not my life, at very least the last few years. 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 bit. carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and digit were too much and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need meter to recover.

carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her face, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be ready for puma in these woods. ''