Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 17:57:29 -0700
From: Sarah lovely <sarahlovely481@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Bird Watching

	I had never really understood the appeal of bird watching, but my
husband loved it. We'd been married for a little over three years 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 drove 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 buildings set up for bird watching. The early morning
June weather was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied
my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of 'mommy jeans,' hiking
boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a sports bra; excellent hiking
clothes.



	There weren't a lot of other 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 bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got
out our binoculars 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. 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 snacks 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 husband to his birds
and walked over to her.



	"Hi," I said, quietly. My husband had been very keen on making sure
we were quiet, so as not to frighten 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 which. "I just moved to
Banff to work for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the
mountains. You like birds?"



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



	"Yep! I don't know many people here, so I'm all on my lonesome
today."



	"You should probably have a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to
come down to the lower mountain this time of year, and there are always
cougars," I told here.



	She gave me a funny look, "Cougars?"



	"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 better
to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animals won't bother you."



	"Oh, I didn't realize! I don't suppose there's any chance you'd
like to walk with me for a bit is there? I wanted to go higher up, I didn't
realize it might be dangerous!"



	I thought about it for a second. This girl seemed nice, and I was
bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and
told my husband. He didn't mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my
backpack with its water, snacks, and various 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 summer. She had arrived a
week ago, and this was her first day off so she decided to go for a
hike. She was a city girl, having spent most of her life in Auckland, not
even really going to any of New Zealand'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 mountains 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 other people as we hiked, in pairs or small groups,
but as we got higher up into the mountains we saw less and less. Carol
downed the first bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack
shortly thereafter. She told me, "I didn't realize this would be such
thirsty work, but with the sun out I'm working up a sweat!"



	I laughed and told her I didn't mind. It was nice to have someone
to talk and hike with. After about 45 minutes of walking, 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. 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 honey. The closest is probably back where my husband 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 look 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 pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest
floor. That girl really had to go!



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



	"Forgot about toilet paper did you?" I finished digging the toilet
paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting
with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties 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 flush and my ears turn bright red. I turned away,
holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. 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 girls a few times at parties back in my University
days to tease the guys, 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 don't consider myself bi-sexual, and I've never thought about
being with a woman 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
grip on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.



	After a few minutes of kissing, as Carol could tell 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. I dropped
the Kleenex and started to move my hand away, but Carol stopped me.



	"Touch me," she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our
kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her pussy,
felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my fingers, the wetness and
head 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 middle finger
inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth inside. I felt her
pussy twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my
finger from her, and she let out a small moan of frustration which quickly
turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to make little
circles on and around it.



	We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed
like forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moans
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 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 back was against
the tree. I started to protest, 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 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 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 fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp
they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It
felt incredible.



	Then she broke the and squatted down in front of me, her pants
still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my
jeans down until they were around my ankles, pulling my butt away from the
tree so she could slide them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and
placed a kiss on my panties. "I hope you taste as good 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 lips,
sending shivers all through my body. 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 tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue
on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went
down on me. Carol's tongue 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 gasp 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 fantastic,
but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle 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 moan 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, beach when I was exploring all sorts of sex
in university, but these days I don'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 pussy on Carol's fingers 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 first she
just left them in y 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 didn'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 mined sensation of her mouth and the
fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. "Don't, don't
stop! 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
slide her forefinger and index finger into my pussy. I could feel the
fingers in my pussy and ass rubbing against each other through the thin
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 tenth of a
second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard
enough that some distant part of my mind was worried that they might
break. I didn't care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms
of, if not my life, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my
breath caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I couldn't breath in or
out for a few seconds. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so
sensitive that her mouth 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 face, pants still
around her ankles, and said, "You're right. I should definitely be ready for
Cougars in these woods."