I had never really understood the appeal of birdie watching, but my husband loved it. We 'd been married for a picayune over three long time when he finally got me to come out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and push back out to a position near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the Mungo Park, where there were some subterfuge and pocket-sized out buildings set up for bird watching. The other daybreak June weather was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my crownwork around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy jeans ,'hiking iron heel, a light long arm shirt and a sports bra ; fantabulous 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 spot where my husband said the best birds were, and we set our bagful down on one of the picnic board. We got out our field glasses and pretty soon my husband was in his own little world, pointing out birds 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 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 vernal char came up the way of life into the clearing. I gave her a waving, and she waved back with a cheery grinning. I got up and left my married man to his dame and walked over to her.

'' Hi, '' I said, quietly. My husband had been very keen on making indisputable 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 paw, with an Australian or New Zealand accent, I 'm not sure which. `` I just moved to Banff to work for the summertime, this is my number 1 time to go exploring in the peck. You like wench ? ``

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

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

'' You should probably stimulate a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to come down to the miserable good deal this time of twelvemonth, and there are always cougars, '' I told her.

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

'' Ya, you know, painter, mountain lions, Felis concolor. They have lashings of different names, but they 're big mean hombre. That 's why it 's always substantially to hike up in a pair or a group, because then the animals wo n't bother you. ``

'' Oh, I did n't bring in ! I do n't think 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 agnise it might be dangerous ! ``

I thought about it for a sec. This miss seemed skillful, 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, snacks, and several junk, pulling out a water 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 showtime day off so she decided to go for a wage hike. She was a city girl, having spent nigh of her sprightliness in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand 's heap so she was a hiking tyro. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching bird like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in pairs or small radical, but as we got higher up into the mountains we saw less and less. Christmas carol downed the low bottle of weewee I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, `` I did n't gain this would be such thirsty body of 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 have someone to talk and hike with. After about 45 minute of walking, Christmas carol was starting to get a bit fidgety, 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. 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 privy near here ? ``

'' Oh beloved. The closest is probably back where my husband is birdie watching. But we 're in the woods ! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to hunker down against. I 'll keep a smell out. ``

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the track, before I had a prospect 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 forest floor. That girlfriend really had to go !

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

'' Forgot about toilette newspaper did you ? '' I finished digging the potty paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her cigaret against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, dungaree and panty around he ankles with a small pool 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 tree hair I had ever seen, big and bushy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. `` Like what you see ? ``

I felt my boldness flush and my spike turn bright 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 girl a few times at party back in my University days to tease the cat, but never anything like this. I stood there stop dead in cushion as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck opening pulling me abstruse into the kiss.

I do n't consider myself bi-sexual, and I 've never thought about being with a woman before, but the mania and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her dorsum, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still diffident of what to do with my men, enjoying her bobby pin on my one carpus and leaving my other hired hand at my side.

After a few minutes of kissing, as Carol could say I was getting more than and more into it, she took deal 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 pussy to the spine, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it pee I 'm certainly. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my hand away, but Christmas carol stopped me.

'' Touch me, '' she breathed into my rima oris, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking mouth again. I began to rub up and down her puss, felling the coarse carrot red loins against my fingers, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my mediate fingerbreadth inside her. She was incredibly wet, warmly and unruffled inside. I felt her kitty-cat twitching like it was trying to grab onto my fingerbreadth. I withdrew my fingerbreadth from her, and she let out a small moan of thwarting which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to relieve oneself little 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 moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her straits on my articulatio humeri, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her kitty-cat cramp under my hand. She let out a sigh and moved my mitt off her crotch, then looked at me with a implike grin.

'' You 're release ! '' She said and spun me around so my binding was against the tree. I started to dissent, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sports bra. What the hell was I doing ? Letting this girl almost half my age do these thing to me ! And I had just masturbated her !

My train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my dungaree and slide the slide fastener down. `` No, '' I moaned softly but she silenced my with another candy kiss. She slid a hand down into my jean, overtop of my panties. With her fingers pressing the textile into me I could palpate how break 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 straw man of me, her pants still around her articulatio talocruralis. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles, pulling my fag away from the tree diagram so she could slew them down my rosehip. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a candy kiss on my step-in. `` I hope you gustatory perception as secure as you smell, '' she said and yanked my pantie down to join my jeans.

'' So fluid, '' she said as she ran her finger's breadth down my pussy brim, sending quiver all through my organic structure. I waxed every other Fri, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her knife dipped between them. The impression of her lingua on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Christmas carol 's knife 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 fingers to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me puff and moan.

I grabbed the back of Christmas carol 's head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It 's not that my hubby was bad at oral sex, he was wondrous, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle of the Natalie Wood no less, had me more turned on the I had been in class. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingerbreadth from inside me, causing me to to moan in dashing hopes. 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 retentive before, back when I was exploring all kind of sex in university, but these days I do n't like it much, and these day it usually only happens if I 've been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my kitty on Carol 's digit helped them slue in though there was still underground and pain, but the misdirection of her sucking on my clit like a emptiness kept me from protesting. At kickoff 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 hand away, but I did n't want her sassing 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 annoyance in my ass was pushing me to the boundary. `` Do n't, do n't halt ! 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 second joint and slither her forefinger and index finger into my snatch. I could feel the fingers in my pussy and ass friction against each early through the slender wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand going out while the former went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her digit arduous enough that some distant part of my mind was worried that they might break. I did n't deal though. I was hit with one of the most intense climax of, if not my life, at very least the stopping point few year. I shuddered and my breathing spell 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 sensitive that her backtalk and fingers were too much 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 boldness, pants still around her ankle, and said, `` You 're right. I should definitely be ready for puma in these Sir Henry Joseph Wood. ''