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Bird Watching

Categories Fiction, Anal, Lesbian, First Time

Author: Sarah Lovely

Published: 28 December 2016

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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 her.

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 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 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 kiss 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, back 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 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 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 combined 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."

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ron jon — 04 January 2017 20:35
it was pure HOT!!!! makes me hard and dripping
neddamz — 31 December 2016 12:47
Sweet and sexy! I love the "HISS" of a lady peeing.
I can still recall the very loud HISS that my mother made whenever she was peeing. I would have loved to been able to watch to see what was causing it. I did get a few panty less crotch shots and she really had a very full bush. I assume that the hiss was the result of the full bush.
If any of you youngsters know what caused it I would love to know.
BTW I am 80.
Thank you.
LiviHorseRider — 30 December 2016 11:54
I agree with the other commenters, there needs to be more pissing!
xsweetpeax — 30 December 2016 11:22

it wouldve been awesome if you would ve drinked her piss
jordeso — 29 December 2016 19:28
i agree this needs a lot more pissing
daverjax — 29 December 2016 17:15
not enough pissing
mature gina — 28 December 2016 19:09
Cute story. ;-)
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