I had never really interpret the appeal of Bronx cheer watching, but my hubby loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to make out out on a day misstep with him. We left the metropolis at around 6 in the first light and ride 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 building set up for shuttlecock watching. The early aurora June weather was crisp, but as the sun got gamey it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a span of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boots, a luminance long arm shirt and a sports bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other mass on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the place where my hubby said the best birds were, and we set our bags down on one of the field day table. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own little world, pointing out hiss 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 footling 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 snack when a vernal woman came up the path 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 cutting on making sure we were quiet down, so as not to affright off the birds. `` I 'm Rebecca. 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 sure enough which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my get-go time to go exploring in the mountains. You like snort ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't have it away many people here, so I 'm all on my lonely today. ``

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

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

'' Ya, you know, panther, batch Leo, catamount. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean computed tomography. That 's why it 's always better to hike in a pair or a group, because then the brute wo n't trouble you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't bring in ! 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 high-pitched up, I did n't substantiate it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a indorse. This lady friend seemed decent, and I was bored silly looking at hoot through field glasses. I agreed, and went and told my married man. He did n't bear in mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my packsack with its piss, bite, and various junk, pulling out a water nursing 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 hebdomad ago, and this was her first day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city girl, having spent virtually of her liveliness in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's plenty so she was a hike up novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a attorney for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the deal and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching hiss like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few former people as we hiked, in pairs or small chemical group, but as we got eminent up into the mountains we saw less and less. carol downed the world-class bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my inner circle shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't agnise this would be such hungry body of work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a stew ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was squeamish to have individual to talk and hike with. After about 45 minutes of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit itchy, pressing her thigh together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the puddle dance !

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

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

'' Oh dear. The closest is probably back where my husband is bird watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and witness a tree to squat against. I 'll proceed a facial expression out. ``

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

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

'' Forgot about throne paper did you ? '' I finished digging the john paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her fag against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, jean and panties around he ankles with a lowly puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Carol had the bright, 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 flush and my ear turn shining red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to get out. Rather than taking the tissue 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 daughter a few prison term at political party back in my University sidereal day to taunt the guy rope, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in shock 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 moot myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a char before, but the passion and intensity of the osculation was turning me on. I started kissing her spinal column, sending my clapper into her rima oris, though I was still incertain of what to do with my hands, enjoying her hairgrip on my one articulatio radiocarpea and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few minutes of hugging, as Christmas carol could secernate I was getting Thomas More and more into it, she took deal and moved it until the tissue paper was against her private parts. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her slit to the cover, 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 move my hand away, but Carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my oral fissure, momentarily breaking our candy kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my finger's breadth, the wetness and passion coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully loaded and blotto. I dipped my middle finger's breadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, quick and smooth inside. I felt her pussy vellication like it was trying to snaffle onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a diminished moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to spend a penny little lap on and around it.

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

'' You 're wrench ! '' She said and spun me around so my back was against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I started to resist, but stopped as she began kissing my neck opening and rubbing my tit through my shirt and sportsman bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this girl almost half my age do these matter to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My string of though was broken as I felt carol undo the release of my dungaree and slew the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hand down into my jeans, overtop of my panties. With her fingerbreadth pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute of arc while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the candy kiss and squatted down in front of me, her bloomers still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my blue jean down until they were around my ankles, pulling my cigarette away from the tree so she could slide them down my coxa. Then carol leaned forward and placed a osculation on my panties. `` I hope you taste as well as you smell, '' she said and yanked my step-in down to join my jeans.

'' So still, '' she said as she ran her fingerbreadth down my kitty lips, sending tremble all through my organic structure. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all idea left my head teacher as her finger spread my mouth and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her knife on my clit was an galvanizing shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. carol 's knife worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two finger inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no underground at all. She curled her digit to rub against the cap of my pussy, which combined with her lingua made me heave and moan.

I grabbed the back of Carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my husband was bad at oral sex, he was marvellous, but the fact that it was a missy doing this to me, and in the eye of the Mrs. Henry Wood 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 groan 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 sorts of sex in university, but these years I do n't wish it much, and these days it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Carol 's digit helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain in the neck, 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 handwriting away, but I did n't want her mouth to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sensory faculty of her mouth and the fullness and balmy pain in my ass was pushing me to the bound. `` Do n't, do n't arrest ! 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 slew her forefinger and index finger into my pussy. I could experience the digit in my pussy and ass friction against each other through the fragile 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 minute passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her finger's breadth hard enough that some distant piece of my mind was worried that they might relegate. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense climax of, if not my life, at very least the live few eld. I shuddered and my breathing time caught in my throat. I tried to groan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few irregular. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her sassing and fingers were too a good deal 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 grimace, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be set for Cougars in these Wood. ''