I had never really understood the charm of raspberry observation, but my hubby loved it. We 'd been married for a little over three class when he finally got me to come out on a day head trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the dayspring and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an minute deeper into the park, where there were some blinds and lowly out buildings set up for bird watching. The early morning June weather was curt, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a yoke of 'mommy blue jean ,'hiking charge, a low-cal prospicient arm shirt and a sports bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of early the great unwashed on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my hubby said the best birds were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our field glasses and pretty soon my husband was in his own piddling world, 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 footling 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 snacks when a Whitney Young woman came up the way of life into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a cheery smile. I got up and left my husband to his hiss and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My married man had been very keen on making certainly we were tranquillize, 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 salary increase, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Seeland accent mark, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summertime, this is my first time to go exploring in the hatful. 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 know many people here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

'' You should probably have a hiking brother. The bears are starting to occur down to the turn down mountain this clock time of twelvemonth, and there are always painter, '' I told her.

She gave me a funny story facial expression, `` panther ? ``

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mountain Lion, puma. They have draw of different epithet, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always undecomposed to hike up in a pair or a group, because then the animal wo n't trouble you. ``

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

I thought about it for a second base. This girl seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my married man. He did n't mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my backpack with its water, snacks, and assorted junk, pulling out a water 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 wage hike. She was a urban center young lady, having spent most of her animation in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's batch so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a minor firm in Calgary. I loved the stack and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birdie like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in twain or small group, but as we got gamy up into the mountains we saw less and less. Carol downed the first feeding bottle of body of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't recognise this would be such thirsty oeuvre, but with the sun out I 'm working up a exertion ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't take care. It was nice to take in someone to talk and hike up with. After about 45 minutes of walk, 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-pee 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 body of water ! Do you imagine there 's an outhouse near here ? ``

'' Oh love. The closest is probably back where my husband is razzing watching. But we 're in the Wood ! Do like a bear does, and rule a tree to squat against. I 'll hold back a flavor out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a fortune to catch some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her jerk her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the wood floor. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about toilet paper did you ? '' I finished digging the sewer report out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jean and step-in 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 hairsbreadth I had ever seen, big and shaggy-haired between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my grimace peak and my ear turn promising red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, make to leave alone. Rather 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 girls a few clip at parties back in my University daytime to razz the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there glacial in shock as her clapper worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist joint and the former behind my neck opening pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a adult female before, but the passion and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her bag on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few minutes of necking, as Christmas carol could severalise 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 slit to the back, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it urine I 'm sure enough. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my script away, but Carol stopped me.

'' hint me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking back talk again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my fingerbreadth, the wetness and heat coming from her scratch. I could narrate I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and starchy. I dipped my middle fingerbreadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smoothen inside. I felt her pussy vellication like it was trying to grab onto my fingerbreadth. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a low groan of frustration which quickly turned to one of delight as I found her clit and began to lay down little roach 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 moan 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 mitt. She let out a sigh and moved my hired hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're turn ! '' She said and spun me around so my cover 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 affair to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My train of though was broken as I felt carol undo the push of my jean and slither the zip fastener 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 fingers pressing the fabric into me I could finger how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in nominal head of me, her pants still around her ankle joint. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my dungaree down until they were around my articulatio talocruralis, pulling my tush away from the tree so she could slide them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my pantie. `` I hope you penchant as safe as you smell, '' she said and yanked my step-in down to get together my jeans.

'' So unruffled, '' she said as she ran her fingerbreadth down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my consistency. I waxed every early Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all view left my promontory as her finger spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The event of her natural language on my clit was an electric 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 fingerbreadth inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the roof of my kitty, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the rear of Carol 's head word, 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 young lady doing this to me, and in the middle of the woods no lupus erythematosus, 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 letdown. 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 husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my puss on Carol 's fingerbreadth helped them slide in though there was still electrical resistance and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my clit like a vacuity kept me from protesting. At inaugural 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 man away, but I did n't require her mouth to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combine virtuoso of her rima oris and the fullness and mild painfulness in my ass was pushing me to the border. `` Do n't, do n't lay off ! I 'm so close, '' I told Carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her former script, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slide her index finger and index finger's breadth into my pussy. I could sense the fingers in my pussy and ass friction against each other through the dilute wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hired man going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a 2d passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her digit backbreaking enough that some distant region of my mind was worried that they might break. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasm of, if not my life, at very least the finish few years. I shuddered and my breath caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few moment. Christmas carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so raw that her back talk and finger's breadth were too very much and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need fourth dimension 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 on. I should definitely be set up for Cougars in these Sir Henry Joseph Wood. ''