I had never really understood the appeal of shuttlecock watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a niggling over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day stumble with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and drove out to a billet 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 Bronx cheer watching. The early morning June conditions was crispen, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a distich of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a mutant bra ; excellent hiking clothes.

There were n't a lot of other the great unwashed on the track, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the bit where my husband said the outflank birds were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my married man was in his own little 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 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 snack when a young woman came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a sunny smile. I got up and left my hubby to his skirt and walked over to her.

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

'' Carol. Just out for a hike, '' she said as she shook my script, with an Australian or New Sjaelland accent, I 'm not indisputable which. `` I just moved to Banff to sour for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the mountains. You like boo ? ``

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

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

'' You should probably have a hiking pal. The bears are starting to come down to the lower mountain this time of yr, and there are always Felis concolor, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, cougars, mountain lions, pumas. They have lots of different names, but they 're big mean cats. That 's why it 's always serious to hike up in a duo or a grouping, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't agnise ! I do n't theorise there 's any chance you 'd like to walk with me for a bit is there ? I wanted to go in high spirits up, I did n't realise it might be serious ! ``

I thought about it for a second. This miss seemed skillful, and I was bored silly looking at hoot through opera glasses. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He did n't mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my packsack with its water, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a H2O 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 summertime. She had arrived a week ago, and this was her get-go day off so she decided to go for a hiking. She was a city girl, having spent most of her life-time in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Seeland 's passel so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a belittled firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching fowl like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few former people as we hiked, in distich or small mathematical group, but as we got high-pitched up into the batch we saw less and less. Carol downed the first 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 thirsty work, but with the sun out I 'm working up a exertion ! ``

I laughed and told her I did n't mind. It was nice to induce someone to spill and hike with. After about 45 moment of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her second joint together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the take a leak dancing !

'' Got to go ? '' I asked. Carol blushed, which because she was a fairly pale-skinned redheaded woodpecker, was very apparent.

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

'' Oh dearest. The closest is probably back where my hubby is bird watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I 'll keep a looking out. ``

carol nodded then quickly darted off the itinerary, before I had a fortune to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the bird of pee hitting the forest floor. That girl really had to go !

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

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

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

I felt my face flower and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to provide. Rather than taking the tissue paper 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 fille a few times at political party back in my University solar day to tantalise the bozo, 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 articulatio radiocarpea and the other behind my neck pulling me deep into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and intensity level of the osculation was turning me on. I started kissing her vertebral column, sending my tongue into her oral fissure, though I was still unsure of what to do with my workforce, enjoying her grip on my one radiocarpal joint and leaving my other hired hand at my side.

After a few minutes of snuggling, 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 dorsum, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it piddle I 'm for certain. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my helping hand away, but Christmas carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking rim 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 slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my teat were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warmly and suave inside. I felt her purulent twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small groan of foiling which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to make footling roundabout on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed care forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our osculation and rested her straits on my shoulder joint, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her puss cramp under my helping hand. She let out a sigh and moved my hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

'' You 're sour ! '' 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 opening and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sports bra. What the sin was I doing ? Letting this young woman almost half my age do these affair to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My wagon train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my jeans and slue the zipper down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another candy kiss. She slid a hand down into my blue jean, overtop of my panty. With her digit pressing the fabric into me I could feel how muffle they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the buss and squatted down in battlefront of me, her knickers still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my dungaree down until they were around my ankle joint, pulling my prat away from the Tree so she could skid them down my rose hip. Then carol leaned forward and placed a candy kiss on my panties. `` I hope you taste as adept as you smell, '' she said and yanked my panties down to conjoin my jeans.

'' So smooth, '' she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy back talk, sending shiver all through my body. I waxed every former Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all cerebration left my head as her finger's breadth spread my lips and her knife dipped between them. The consequence of her tongue on my clit was an electrical electric shock, even more so than when my married man went down on me. Christmas carol 's tongue 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 finger's breadth to rub against the ceiling of my pussy, which combined with her glossa made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of Christmas carol 's fountainhead, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my married man was bad at unwritten sex, he was marvelous, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the center of the woods 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 variety of sex in university, but these solar day 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 kitty on Carol 's fingers helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the misdirection of her suction on my clitoris like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At first she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the wide feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her hired man away, but I did n't want her back talk 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 mouth and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. `` Do n't, do n't barricade ! 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 slither her forefinger and exponent finger into my pussy. I could palpate the digit in my pussy and ass rubbing against each other through the thin out wall that separated them as she fucked me with one deal going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a ten percent of a endorse passed, when both my kitty and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some distant office of my idea was worried that they might infract. I did n't like though. I was hit with one of the most vivid orgasm of, if not my life-time, at very least the shoemaker's last few year. I shuddered and my breather caught in my throat. I tried to groan, but I could n't breath in or out for a few secondment. Christmas 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 time to recover.

Christmas 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 ready for Cougars in these Wood. ''