I had never really understood the appeal of bird observation, but my hubby loved it. We 'd been married for a footling over three years when he finally got me to descend out on a day trip with him. We left the urban center at around 6 in the cockcrow and drove out to a daub near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some blinds and little out buildings set up for shuttle watching. The early on dawning June atmospheric condition was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my crownwork around my waist. I was wearing a duet of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boot, a calorie-free yearn sleeve shirt and a sports bra ; splendid hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of early people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the daub where my husband said the secure fowl were, and we set our traveling bag down on one of the cinch tables. We got out our field glasses and pretty soon my hubby was in his own footling mankind, 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 to the lowest degree 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 cheery smile. I got up and left my husband to his snort and walked over to her.

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

'' Christmas carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Sjaelland accent, I 'm not for certain which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my first prison term to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds ? ``

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

'' Yep ! I do n't recognize many people here, so I 'm all on my lonesome today. ``

'' You should probably have a tramp brother. The bears are starting to come down to the downhearted mount this meter of twelvemonth, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mount lions, mountain lion. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean value computerized axial tomography. That 's why it 's always amend to hike in a pair or a group, because then the fauna wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't make ! 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 realize it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a second gear. This fille seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at birdie through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my hubby. He did n't mind and went back to his shuttlecock. I grabbed my backpack with its water, bite, and various debris, pulling out a water bottleful 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 summertime. She had arrived a workweek ago, and this was her initiatory day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city girlfriend, having spent most of her living in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Seeland 's mountains so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the hatful 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 early people as we hiked, in distich or small groups, but as we got high-pitched up into the mountains we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the first bottleful of piddle I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't bring in this would be such thirsty work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a effort ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was overnice to have person to mouth and hike 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 pass water terpsichore !

'' 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 love. The closest is probably back where my husband is wench watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and witness a tree to hunker against. I 'll keep a look out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the track, before I had a chance to seize 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 forest floor. That girl really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about potty paper did you ? '' I finished digging the toilet report out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her behind against a tree, denim 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 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 boot and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to get out. preferably than taking the tissue paper from me though, Carol instead grabbed my articulatio radiocarpea. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed lady friend a few multiplication at company back in my University days to tease the Guy, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in daze as her natural language worked into my oral fissure and against mine, one of the hands still holding my carpus and the other behind my neck opening pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I do n't look at myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passionateness and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her rear, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still diffident of what to do with my hands, enjoying her grip on my one wrist joint and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few min of caressing, as Carol could narrate I was getting more and more into it, she took hand and moved it until the tissue was against her genitals. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her prick to the vertebral column, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it urine I 'm sure. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my hand away, but carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my lip, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her cunt, felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my fingerbreadth, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my mammilla were almost painfully tight and buckram. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and unruffled inside. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to catch onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of joy as I found her clit and began to pass water picayune circles 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 moan became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her head word on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussycat spasm under my hand. 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 diagram. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sportsman bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this missy 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 slide the zip down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a handwriting 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 mo while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in front line of me, her knickers still around her mortise joint. 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 tree so she could slew them down my rosehip. Then Christmas carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as upright 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 pussy back talk, sending shivers all through my soundbox. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her glossa dipped between them. The effect of her clapper on my clit was an electric daze, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol 's tongue worked on me while she slowly slid 1st one, then two digit 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 pussy, which combined with her knife made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of carol 's foreland, and pushed her harder against my genitalia. It 's not that my married man was bad at oral sex, he was terrific, but the fact that it was a little girl doing this to me, and in the midsection of the Natalie Wood no less, had me more turned on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her finger's breadth from inside me, causing me to to moan in letdown. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet digit, 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 years 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 pussy on Christmas carol 's digit helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At offset she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the entire flavour, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my button. I almost pulled her hired hand away, but I did n't require her mouth to stop.

After half a moment, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sensation of her mouth and the fullness and balmy pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` 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 early hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slew her forefinger and index finger finger into my pussy. I could experience the fingers in my pussycat and ass rubbing against each former through the thin wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hired hand going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a ten percent of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her finger hard enough that some remote part of my mind was worried that they might let on. I did n't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my lifetime, at very least the last 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 seconds. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensible that her mouth and fingers were too a great 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 fount, pants still around her ankles, and said, `` You 're right on. I should definitely be ready for Cougars in these woods. ''