2 comments/ 4025 views/ 0 favorites Liv By: guitargotmilf Liv This is the true story of the time during and after my 2 year anniversary with my girlfriend Liv, and hopefully more to come. Anyway, this is 100% true. Hope you like it. We were both home from college on Christmas break, not returning until the end of January. If you're wondering, we both went to the same college. Conveniently, this was just in time for our 2 year anniversary. We started dating in high school, when she was a senior and I was a junior. We met in our French class when we were partnered up and quickly hit it off. We both hated it with a passion, along with everyone in our class. I'm still kicking myself from taking it. Anyway, I finally worked up the balls to ask her out. On top of that, I wrote her a note in French, the only phrase I know how to speak, despite 3 long years of the subject. She didn't know what it meant at first, so I had to type it into google translate on my phone. She finally realized and typed back on my phone in French, accepting my offer. She proceeded to enter her cell number into my contacts under the name "Girlfrienddddd Anyway, it occurred to me it was our anniversary 2 days before (like a lot of men do with their wives and girlfriends). I was at my house, typing on my laptop and it just hit me. I said out loud, "Oh shit!" and jumped in my car and rushed out and bought her a pearl necklace (no, not the kind of pearl necklace you're thinking of lol) for $100. My name is Matt, by the way. I have dark brown hair, bordering on black, and bluish-gray eyes. I also have a hooked, once-broken nose that I didn't like too much, but I didn't really care, since my friends and family, and Liv, didn't. Our anniversary fell on a Tuesday. I made reservations for us at a fancy restaurant at 6:00 Tuesday night, and texted Liv saying I would pick her up at 5:40. The next few days flew by. I woke up Tuesday morning and showered and picked out clothes for the day, a collared shirt and a nice pair of jeans. My parents and sister wished me luck as I left my house at 5:30 in my car. I prided myself on having a sexy car, which usually helps with getting girls. I had, and still have today, a silver 2003 Saab 9-3, a snarling, turbocharged, 210 horsepower beast. It looks sick, but what makes it even cooler is it's transmission, a 5 speed manual, not too common in the states anymore. I got this car when I was 16 from my grandparents, mostly because they wanted to save money on gas, as well as switch to an automatic transmission. The only problem was, I had no idea how to drive stick, and being 16 at the time, I wasn't an experienced driver. I eventually got the hang of it after about 2 weeks of driving it constantly and stalling out in several embarrassing places (at a tollbooth on the highway and in front of a cop at a stop sign were the 2 worst) and I love it. I don't think I'll ever go back to an automatic. Anyway, I turned into Liv's driveway and parked. Walking up the driveway to her front door, I felt butterflies, but I didn't know why. I rang the doorbell and waited nervously. Her mother opened it and welcomed me warmly, inviting me inside. I waited by the door while her mom went to find her. Her dad came in and said hi, and we stood there talking until Liv came in. Her parents were some of the sweetest people I'd ever met, and I loved them. Liv smiled at me and said hi too. She was wearing a sweatshirt (it was December, don't forget) and tight-fitting khaki pants (much to my pleasure) with about 4-inch high heels, bringing us almost to eye level. I wasn't particularly tall, at about 5'9" on a good day, and her heels put her at about 5'7". We said our goodbyes and left shortly after. I also couldn't help noticing that she was carrying a large object, wrapped up with a ribbon. I was under the assumption it was my anniversary present. We drove to the restaurant, talking animatedly. I was trying really hard to avoid embarrassing myself by stalling the car in front of her, which thankfully didn't happen. We arrived about 5 minutes early, luckily. It was really busy! Trying to be a gentleman, I backed the car into a parking spot and jumped out, walking around and opening the passenger door for her. "Aw, that was sweet! Thank you!" she exclaimed, taking my hand and walking into the restaurant. Both the service and the food were good. What I didn't tell Liv was that I had reserved the best table for us, in a corner away from everyone else and with candles. I ordered a nice prime rib and Liv got salmon. We spent the whole dinner talking quietly and enjoying ourselves. For dessert, we split a slice of strawberry cheesecake, which was really good. Naturally, I paid the bill, and we left feeling content with the meal. In the car, we exchanged anniversary gifts. She opened hers first, screaming in delight and kissing me heavily. She proceeded to put it on after she was done freaking out, admiring it in the mirror and thanking me. Then it was my turn. Not sure what to expect, I unwrapped her present and gasped. It was a scrapbook, handmade, full of pictures of us. It must've taken Liv days to make! I flipped through it eagerly. And on the last page, there was a note, scrawled in red ink. It read: Dearest Matthew, These past times with you have meant everything to me. You have made me the happiest girl on the planet. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend, and I'm not just saying that. When you hold me, it makes me feel like I just won the jackpot. When I look into your beautiful gray eyes, I look into the eyes of the handsome, goofy guy that won my heart. This isn't my first relationship, but it is the first where I've genuinely loved my partner. God, it feels like forever ago when we first met. But no one really knows how short the time with you has felt like. It's hard to believe this started with me sitting near that quiet kid in French. I'm here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to open up to. I will move mountains to keep our relationship this way. I'll go through hell and back for you, regardless of how personal the cost. That's what love is. You captured my heart, and I can't describe it. So in 3 words, I'll sum it up: I love you. I want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and a finger, you'd still be worth more to me than all my past boyfriends combined. When I first agreed to go out with you, I wasn't sure what to expect, so I had my guard up. But now it's gone, long gone. You took it from me. And whatever remains, whatever I am now, is all yours. You're my boyfriend Matt, and again, I love you. Remember that. With a lot of love, Olivia I put the book down with tears in my eyes and looked at her. She stared right back with a faint smile. "Do you really mean that?" I asked, fighting the urge to cry. She nodded. "Every word of it." I broke down, sobbing. "Oh, LIV! I can't describe the feelings I have for you right now. You've made me the happiest I can ever remember. I can't thank you enough. You're the first girl I've ever loved, and these past years with you have been unforgettable. Oh my god, I love you so much!" I turned away and wiped my eyes. I loved her immensely then. Those pretty hazel eyes, the light freckles across her nose, her light brown hair, and of course, her banging body, curvy in all the right places but still toned from playing soccer and running track. Her ass was to die for! She leaned over and hugged me with one arm and kissed my cheek. "I love you too. Come on, let's go back to my house. Maybe watch a movie or two. I need to get your mind off that note. Alright?" I nodded and started the car, driving back to her house. The drive back to her house was unusually quiet. I'm not a loud kid, but I normally don't have a problem talking to Liv. She's usually pretty talkative and friendly, which is why we're so compatible. That's why I was attracted to her all those years ago too. I think we were too stuffed from the food to talk. I wanted to put my arm around her, but shifting gears, much to my annoyance, prevented that. I turned into her driveway about 15 minutes later and once again opened the door for her. I took her hand and helped her out of the car with a smile. We watched 2 comedy movies before I left. She walked me to my car and gave me a hug. I said, "Thank you so much for everything. That note meant a lot to me. And happy anniversary again. I love you so much." "I love you too. Goodnight. Bye." We kissed goodbye, harder and longer than usual. We arranged to meet up again Friday night and go ice skating, which was bound to be a good laugh. I picked her up again at 7:00 and we drove to the ice rink, about 30 minutes away. As we were walking inside, Liv decided to reveal that she had no idea how to skate. I knew how, but was no pro at it either, but I didn't complain, as she'd be hanging on to me the whole time. I laughed and said, "It's not hard. Come on, it'll be fun!" She laughed and held my arm. "I hope so!" We received our skates and walked out onto the ice. It was moderately busy, but could've been much worse. Liv kept stumbling and wiped out completely several times, falling on her cute butt and laughing harder each time. We tried unsuccessfully for the next half an hour before calling it quits. Liv could hardly walk, so I had to take my skates off and carry her across the ice in my socks, which was not an easy task! She laughed as I struggled across the ice and kissed my cheek, calling me her "knight in shining armor." We ended up ordering dinner at the restaurant next door and laughing about our attempts at skating. It was amazing how easy she was to talk to, which only increased my desire for her. We finally ran out of topics and spent the rest of the time waiting for our food holding hands and kissing over our drinks. The food was ok, nothing special. I paid and we left. On the way home, we chatted more as usual. I decided to try putting my arm around her, something I'd never done while driving, thanks to the Saab's transmission. I went into top gear and slid my arm around her shoulder, not needing to hold the gear stick anymore and steering with my left hand. She smiled and inched closer, putting her head on my shoulder. This was romantic until I had to use the gear stick again to slow down and turn into her driveway. I walked her to the door and we stood there, not sure what to say. Liv finally said, "Well, thanks again for another fun night. I had a great time. And merry Christmas!" "I did too. I'll see you on Christmas eve. Goodnight. And merry Christmas to you as well!" As planned, we spent Christmas eve together. We'd both be busy with our families the next day. I went over to her house and was very surprised to see that she'd cooked. A girl that cooks and is nice to look at is nothing short of hitting the jackpot to me. Dinner was fantastic. Liv made a gorgeous honey baked ham with mashed potatoes and a wide range of vegetables, 100% from scratch. Her parents ate with us too, and we spent dinner talking about college and my band playing any possible gigs. I played lead guitar in a band with some kids I knew from high school. Dessert was lemon meringue and/or chocolate cream pie, my 2 favorite desserts. After dinner, her parents went to watch tv, while we exchanged presents. I got Liv a digital camera. I was curious to know what she'd got me. She said simply, "Follow me. It's in my room." Upon going into her room, she closed the door and turned to me, "Merry Christmas baby." "Thanks, Liv. You too. So where's my present?" She took a step closer and said cryptically, "It's not something you can unwrap. Come here." She kissed me hard and dropped to her knees, unzipping my jeans. So this is what she meant, I thought. I should've guess-OH MY GOD! My cock had disappeared into her mouth. It had been months since she sucked me off, so it felt awesome. I moaned and held her hair away from her while she went to town. The thing i loved about her blowjobs was how she always seemed to know how fast or how slow to go. My cock spasmed as her head bobbed faster and faster. It was too much for me when she added tongue and tried to deep-throat me. I shuddered and groaned, succumbing to my orgasm and blowing my load down her throat. She swallowed it all like a pro, nothing new. The whole thing had only taken about 4 or 5 minutes. Not exactly my record. She slowly kissed her way up my body and ended by furiously lip locking with me and trying to strangle me with her tongue. About a minute later (no joke, a solid 60 seconds of intense and rather violent kissing) she pulled away and stuck my cock back in my jeans. "How was that for a present? I'm sorry, I had no idea what to get you." "Liv. That was great. Really! And I don't need a present. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." I hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Awwww, that was cute. But still cheesy," she laughed. We walked back downstairs and spent the next several hours snuggling on her couch watching Christmas movies. I left several hours later in high spirits. I woke up the next morning at 7 and texted her "Merry Xmas babe luv you :) She answered instantly with, "Merry Xmas to youuu toooooo It's sad that I'm a legal adult yet I still feel like a little kid again when I see presents under the tree on Christmas day. I got all sorts of sick presents, the best easily was a brand new 2013 Arctic Cat F5 snowmobile (more of a family present than anything, but still badass), jet black with green stripes. I looked forward to taking Liv for a spin on it. This was arguably my best Christmas vacation yet. Liv I crossed my legs slowly and smoothed my short skirt around my thighs, leaning back into the thinly cushioned velvet seat. The Moscow Subway was moving slowly this Wednesday evening, for track maintenance, because switchers were down, or because of a small fire, it would never be known. The subway car was mostly empty. Only a handful of people had their noses poked into books, or their eyes closed, chins on chests. I repeatedly scanned the words in the thick book that I held open in my lap, but was not retaining anything I read. My mind kept wandering, wondering with pleasure at how I'd settled so comfortably into life in Moscow. I had come here to put my journalism education to work. It would have been easy to find writing work online, but I craved real experiences, and the showcase pieces in my portfolio were intimate interview profiles. I was hoping to broaden that collection here, to make myself more eligible for print work. I chose the cosmopolitan city of Moscow because I'd been obsessed with Russia since I was a child. I felt exotic and special when I learned that on my mother's father's side once-removed of my corn-fed, dirty-blonde-haired, mild-mannered family, there had been a mysterious Russian woman that nobody really knew anything about. And that humble trickle of hearty blood beat hot in my heart. When I first I saw pictures of the confection-like onion domes on Russia's Orthodox Churches, I didn't believe they were real. When I was assured they actually existed, I was awestruck. I was determined to see them with my own eyes one day. And in my teenage years, I inhaled the writings of Chekov and Bulgakov, feeling dramatically wronged that my existence was unfolding in dull grey streets of Fargo, rather on the enchanting cobblestone streets of Saint Petersburg. I arrived in Moscow on a rainy spring morning, and after dropping two suitcases off at the tiny sublet on Arbat Street I'd taken from a Canadian ex-pat, I ventured out onto the streets. I was exhausted, over-stimulated, and needed to think about work, but for my first three days, I allowed myself to be a tourist. I slipped through the city, alone, not bothered by the damp. I loved the fact that you could listen to live music until dawn at any number of bohemian cafes. Numerous swarthy-complexioned men propositioned me what seemed like sincere longing, but their words slurred, and their legs wobbled from drink. I would smile and gently tease, genuinely enjoying the attention, and move on. I did want to feel one of the rugged, broad-shouldered men's cocks thrusting rhythmically inside me, but I could wait for a sober lover. For days, I stuffed myself with cabbage rolls and black bread, and watched people. I loved the people, the pride Moscovites took in their appearance. Young women would dress up in full make-up and furs, just to pick up groceries. Moving through the streets in my high heels, possibly in the dusty footsteps of my distant ancestor, I felt like I had come home. Life in North Dakota seemed long ago, and far away. I slipped my book into my purse after drowsily reading the same paragraph six times. I permitted my thoughts to wander, and allowed my eyes to close. The interview at Moscow Times had gone better than I had expected, and not just because Rodion, the man who had asked me probing questions about my educational and employment background, was intensely good-looking. He made it clear to me that he was interested in securing my freelance copywriting talents, promising a phone call next week to confirm details. My good humour from the successful interview had lasted through what I hoped was not a preemptively celebratory dinner at Cafe Khachapuri, with my roommate, Dina. She was almost as giddy as I was about the prospect of my winning the Moscow Times as a client, and laughingly ordered us multiple rounds of drinks to celebrate. Her German accent became stronger after a few vodkas, and I loved to listen to the way she spoke, her words a sexy clipped and lilting dance. While describing the Moscow Times office and the interview process, I happened to mention Rodion's distractingly good looks. Dina quickly waved her hands to interrupt me, and insisted I immediately elaborate, her pretty blue eyes wide with salacious interest. Smiling, cheeks flushed with drink, I told Dina how I had been reviewing some pages of copy in the plush reception area of the Moscow Times, my head down. Rodion seemed to come up on me suddenly, and I was startled to feel his presence beside me. I immediately noticed that he was tall and lean, dressed in a slim fit black suit. He had dark blue eyes, and pronounced my name, Liv, in a deep voice seasoned with a Russian accent, making my name sound almost like "love". He led me to a small boardroom adjacent to the reception area, and he invited me to sit in a straight-back chair at a heavily-lacquered wooden table. He took a seat across from me, and as the feline movement of his body stirred the air, I couldn't help but notice that he smelled faintly of leather and clove. He was probably 35, with dark wavy hair that seemed almost black in the muted light of the boardroom. His hands were large and rested folded atop my resume. His demeanor was friendly, but serious, his small talk limited to "would you like a water or tea" before we began discussing my writing qualifications. As I began to sell myself, as I had done so many times before, I slipped into autopilot, reciting my work history and accomplishments like an automaton. I could hear my voice drone on as I let my gaze meet his dark eyes, flicker down to his hands, glance up to his broad shoulders, and flicker again back to his eyes. He was attractive. As he watched me speaking, I subtly arched my back, hoping he would steal a glance at my breasts. After the interview, he walked me back to the reception area, moving with a loose confidence. Smiling slightly, assuring me he would be in touch next week, he extended his hand to take mine. As we touched, we both shuddered, a ping of static shock suddenly embracing us. With an awkward chuckle, he extended his hand again, his deep blue eyes searching mine. We successfully clasped hands for a moment. His hand was large, his skin soft and warm. Dina fluttered her eyelashes and pretended to swoon, and we both laughed. We were both experienced, attractive women in our late 20s, and while we often chatted facetiously about men, our appetites were as diverse and ferocious as our liberal minds. I met Dina on the internet. She had been living in Moscow for a year with a boyfriend, Ivan, but he'd become homesick and moved back to Hamburg. He left a void, mostly of the real-estate variety: the apartment was enormous, a two-bedroom near my sublet on Arbat Street. So she'd advertised for a roommate. Dina and I were both in our late 20s, with journalism and communications backgrounds. After she showed me around the apartment, we bonded over books, handbags, and cocktails. I was the first person she met about the apartment and the last - I moved in the next week. That was two months ago, and it was August now. Tonight, stuffed with grilled meat marinated with plums, and warmed through with vodka, we exchanged a fond good-bye outside the restaurant, the light now dusky on Gnezdnikovsky. Dina had plans with a man named Erik that she had recently started seeing, so to give them privacy at home, I had decided to go to the symphony. I didn't know much about music, but I loved the grandeur of the music hall, and The Moscow Symphony's rendition of Sibelius' Symphony #2 had been a sensuous surprise. While the music played, I admired the art nouveau concert hall and the sleek Muscovites seated elegantly within. I sighed happily. The subway bumped, and stopped, but continued rumbling. I re-crossed my legs and glanced at my watch, noting it was past midnight. Dina and Erik had had hours at this point alone. I wondered what they had gotten up to, and let my mind wander. Dina was petite, with wavy blonde hair that she usually wore loose. She was extroverted, with a bubbly personality, and talked with her hands. Men loved her, and women too. She had an enviable hourglass figure, and the confidence to show it off. That evening, she had been wearing a dark blue dress with black gems embroidered across the bodice, low-cut enough to show off a sliver of creamy cleavage. Her décolletage glowed with a hint of shimmer, from the skin cream we had purchased together. It smelled like peaches. I imagined that once she got home with Erik, he would immediately put his hands on her hips, kiss her hard, then slowly pull that dark blue dress up, and over her head. Her hair would fall down over her shoulders and bosom, and she would stand before him naked and bemused in her black stilettos. He would take her hand, and put it on the crotch of his blue jeans, so she could feel how hard his cock was. Dina would act offended, but instead of yanking her hand away, she would slip it slowly inside Erik's pants, and grasp his hot shaft. I shifted in my seat, suddenly aroused. The subway train lurched, and stopped again, rumbling at a higher frequency. My seat was suddenly vibrating, clearly defective. But the Moscow Metro was eighty years old, so naturally it was ornery. Long line-ups for tickets could clog her entrance arteries, a blast from a guard's whistle could incite a migraine, and the escalators worked on her whimsy. But she could get away with it: the old girl had good bones, and she was loved far and wide for her beauty. From the stunning art deco columns at Mayakovskaya, to the bronze sculptures at Ploschad Revolyutsii, she was a national treasure. As I felt the vibration dance around my clit, I took a sharp intake of breath. I found if I shifted my bottom slightly to the left, the vibrations grew stronger. I glanced over at the other passengers on the subway car. Most of them were asleep. One young man, perhaps in his early 20s, was turned away from me, engrossed in a book. I felt my skin flush hot with a curious mix of shame and desire. I wished one of the swarthy men from the café were here right now. I would coquettishly spread my legs for him, inch forward on the seat, and invite him to taste my pussy. He would gladly kneel before me, and hungrily suck on my clit, slowly finger-fucking me with his thick middle finger. I arched my back and ground my pussy into the seat. Waves of heat pulsed gently through my body. I noticed my skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh, but I left my bare legs exposed as I balanced carefully on the epicenter of the vibration. My cunt was already clenching, and I was getting damp. My clit was becoming engorged, swelling against my soft cotton panties. The vibrations from the rattling subway seat continued in their intensity, making my body want to cum. I knew if I fingered my clit for a few moments, I would be able to reach a much-needed release. Absorbed in the base demands of my body, I slipped my hand under my skirt, and slowly down into my cotton panties. I was about to circle the heat of my clit when out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a movement. I glanced up. The young man with the book wasn't reading anymore. He was staring at me. A white-hot beam of shame shot through me. I was too startled to move. From where he was sitting, kiddy-corner and sideways to me, he could clearly see that my hand was in my panties. He smiled warmly, with a heat in his eyes that made it clear that he liked what he had been seeing. He put his book down beside him, and I could immediately see that his cock was standing up, ram-rod straight in his dark faded blue jeans. Hesitating only for a moment, his dark brown eyes on me all the while, he slowly unzipped the fly of his jeans and fished out his stiff cock for me to see. It seemed almost as thick as my wrist, reached up above his beltline, and leaned slightly to the left. He put his hand around the purple head, and slowly began to masturbate himself with circular twisting strokes, watching me with a nervous smile. Perhaps it was because I was still feeling the effects of the drinks I'd imbibed that evening. Perhaps it was because I was in a new country and feeling open to new sensations and experiences. Or perhaps it was just because I hadn't been fucked for a little while. Whatever it was, I decided to embrace the surreal nature of the situation so I could give my body the release it was craving. The lights in the subway car flickered, and an unclear female voice cracked over the intercom briefly. An engine somewhere in the train revved half-heartedly before falling again into a rhythmic rumble. Everything was still again. I flashed a quick smile back at the young man, and leaned back into the thin velvet seat. I spread my thighs wide and pulled my hand out of my panties. My heart was beating hard, adrenaline and lust coursing through my body. I loved the way my new friend was looking at me, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his penis. I pulled my black short skirt up to my hips. As his face flushed, I knew that my new friend could clearly see the damp spot on my white cotton panties. My clit was aching for attention, and I gave it a few light flicks through the thin cotton. Then, I lifted my hips up and deftly pulled the undergarment off, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. His tongue flicked quickly over his bottom lip, and I could see his grip get tighter on his cock. I slipped my panties into my handbag, and brought my hand down to my smooth, shaved cunt. It was radiating heat. I was shocked at my bawdy behavior, but also aroused by it. I blamed the impetus on the young man. His teasing me, that rhythmic rubbing his hard cock, made us partners in crime. There was no backing down now. I deftly parted my soft, shaved pussy, showing off the glistening hot pinkness of my inner lips. I lifted a leg up and rested my high-heeled foot on the seat beside me, making sure the young man got a good view of my snatch. He was 10 feet away from me, but I heard his breath catch, and I smiled. My dark red nails were short, shapely ovals. With the tip of a finger, I stroked the velvety flesh of my engorged clit. I had had a manicure two days ago, in preparation for my interview at The Moscow Times. I wondered briefly what Rodion would think of me if he could see me now. Would he scoff at my lack of control? Feel pity for my wantonness? Or would he want to ram his cock deep balls-deep into my pussy? The nerve endings on my clit seemed to catch fire, and hot sensations flared through my body. I briefly closed my eyes, savouring the intensity. Greedy for more, I flicked my hot button, then rubbed it harder. My pussy began to clench, and I slipped a finger slowly inside of myself to fill the hungry void. My new friend was pumping his shaft more urgently now. I could see the thick purple head flashing me with every stroke. His breath was becoming ragged, his eyes flickering back and forth from my face to my snatch. His pants had slipped a little lower, and I could see his balls starting to tighten up and fill with hot cum. I slowly pulled my finger out of my cunt and showed him how wet I was. Delirious with lust, I pinched my clit, and felt my pussy clench again, harder this time. I was close to cumming, but I knew I couldn't get a release without something in my snatch. I pushed two fingers inside my wet hole and with my other hand began to frig my clit. Watching my new friend getting off, I tried finger-fucking myself in time to the rhythm in which he was pounding his thick cock. His mouth suddenly opened a little wider and he leaned his head back, watching me with hooded eyes. I could hear him moaning softly now, short hot breaths. His hand jerked franticly up and down his thick shaft. I knew he was close. I concentrated on frigging my clit faster, the nub of sensitive flesh twitching under my hand. My fingers slid again and again over my smooth, slippery pussy. I rhythmically twisted my fingers deep inside my snatch, over and over my engorged g-spot. I suddenly felt my legs involuntarily jerk wider, and my pussy began clenching rhythmically, pulsing faster and faster. Suddenly, all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my clit, and I gasped, feeling like I was beginning to fall. Losing control of my faculties, it was all I could do to mash my fist into my clit as my hips involuntarily pumped my fingers. I cried out softly, then held my breath. I shuddered with the pleasure of it all, letting my long brown hair falling into my face. Electric heat flashed up and down my arms and legs, and my pussy twitched around my fingers. Waves of sensation circled through my body, dimmer, as my hot cum begin to moisten my inner upper thighs. The lights flickered again in the subway car, over the sleeping silhouettes of people at the other end of the subway car. An engine roared then rumbled, and the cantankerous metro seemed to quiver to life. The subway began pulling forward slowly. I took a breath and slowly pulled my sticky fingers out of my pussy. I rubbed my hot cum around my clit, and spread my hole, wanting to make sure my new friend could see how wet and pink I was. Watching me massaging myself, his face suddenly screwed into a sneer, and he began to jerk his thick rod arrhythmically. His mouth opened into a silent "o", and he buckled forward slightly, a stream of hot cum shooting out of his cock. Three more bursts pulsed onto the subway car's floor, onto his jeans, and then over his hands. The young man leaned back. His face was flushed pink, and his eyes were shining brightly. A lock of dark blond hair fell over his forehead. He massaged the rest of the cum out of his cock, smiling shyly but meeting my gaze. He suddenly looked very young. The subway picked up speed, finally approaching Smolenskaya Station, my stop. Apparently whatever mysterious set-back had befallen the metro had cleared, if only temporarily. I tucked my skirt down over my bottom, and primly smoothed the soft material back down over my thighs. I felt empowered, sexy and confident. As I gathered my things to leave, I winked at my friend. Suddenly realizing I would be leaving in a moment, he hastily pulled his pants up and zipped them up over his still-swollen member. He awkwardly wiped a streak of cum on his hand off onto his pant cuff, and we both smiled. He held up a hand, indicating I ought to wait a moment for something. He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket, and scribbled on a page in the very back of his book. He tore the page out, and folded it. He stood, and shyly walked over to me. He was bigger than I thought, and about six inches taller than I was. As he came closer to me, I could see that his eyes were a greenish blue. He started to speak to me in Russian. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm American". "Oh," he replied, seemingly confused. But he continued to hold the paper out to me, and I took it. "Thank you," I said politely, taking the paper and stepping back from him. I had really enjoyed watching this man get off, but I didn't necessarily want him knowing anything about me. The subway slowed into Smolenskaya station. As we rolled to a stop, the young man sat back down. I could feel him watching me intently as the subway doors slid open. "Do svidaniya," he called, smiling warmly. I looked back at him and winked, slipping the piece of paper he'd given me into my purse. Liv Smiling It was one of those gorgeous blue, big sky Montana days and I was hoofing it at a good pace up a 5-mile trail to a favorite spot in the Beartooth range in south west Montana. Late spring, warm sun, cool winds and the occasional patch of snow; it was the perfect hiking weather. There would be a spectacular view that I would most likely have all to myself. Hungry, I was looking forward to a hearty lunch among the sun-warmed boulders. With about a mile to go, I saw ahead another lone hiker moving at a slower, but deliberate pace. From the form of the figure (okay, it was the golden sweat-glistening legs) I knew it was a woman. She had a good size pack on and was obviously set to overnight on the trail. She was making steady pace up, and I only slowly gained to about 40 paces behind her. At that point the grade noticeably increased and the trail began a series of switchbacks. We began crossing paths, and as she made the second switchback, she was able to see me. I smiled, gave a polite wave and said "Hello," huffing a bit in my exertion. She smiled back, somewhat timidly, I thought, and kept on moving. Maybe she thought that I was speeding up the trail to catch her. All the same to me, as the view of her hiking ahead on the trail was very fine. She kept on steady at her pace. We traded smiles as we crisscrossed up the trail. Halfway up the switchbacks, I was just behind her. I would either have to slow down or pass her. At the next switchback I was surprised when she turned, not to continue, but to look at me! She smiled again and complimented my pace. "You're going pretty good, there. People usually have a hard time keeping up with me, much less catching up." It was obvious that she was no stranger to exertion. She was sweating hard, but not huffing or puffing, in spite of a quick pace. That's quite an achievement for anyone doing anything at 6,000 feet. "Thanks," I replied, "I spend a lot of time on the trails. I'm guessing you do too?" With a bigger smile, she replied, "Yep, I love it up here. This is already my fourth hike on this trail this year. It's one of my favorite trails." I agreed and told her I liked it because it was a bit off the beaten path of other hikes in the area. It was difficult so not many folks bothered with it. "This is the first time I've ever met another hiker up here, I think." "Me, too," she replied, adding, "You'd better be nice!" I laughed, "I will be sure to." I grinned for a moment, then continued, "My name is Lee, and I appreciate you sharing the trail with me." I offered my hand. She took it and held it. "My name is Liv and it is my pleasure to share this trail today." We both laughed and our hands dropped. "Onward!" I called, and we proceeded up the trail, now at the same pace. In the Rockies you have to wear your layers because you never know what turn the weather will take, and the nights are always cool. She was wearing typical hiking gear and in the heat of the day had stripped down to her last layer, a close-fitting, white silk singlet, khaki shorts, with a flannel shirt and fleece shell tied around her waist. She wore state of the art hiking shoes and socks rolled to the boot-tops. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back and fell across her shoulder then down her back. When we had spoken at the switchback, her beauty had stunned me. Her face was finely sculpted, her skin serene. Thin, rivulets of sweat trailed down her neck, onto her chest. Her only jewelry was a smooth orb of amber that hung in the dimple of her breastbone on a gold chain. It's translucence in the sun on her skin cast a gold aura there that dazzled with the texture of her sunned skin. She was delectable. That thought had not left my head since she had turned from me and continued up the trail. The sight of her hiking ahead gave me no reason to think of anything else. While it was obvious that she was a seasoned outdoor person, I was beginning to think Liv was a hiking goddess. I took a deep breath and kept on behind her, keeping my distance to keep perfect perspective of her form. As we reached the ridge, the world opened beyond us. Instead of the rocky scramble of the last few hundred yards of the trail, we now faced the expanse of the sky above a wilderness valley below. It is a moment that takes your breath away and can almost feel like it sweeps you off your feet. My instinct is often to grab something solid till I remain study. This time, Liv was there next to me and she is what I grasped. Without thinking, my hand clasped her bare arm just above her elbow. She turned her head to look at me, I guess to see if I was about to faint or something, but she saw that I was awestruck at the vista before us. "It is awesome, isn't it?" she agreed in a reverent voice, "Nothing makes me feel more alive." I nodded in silence. After a minute of taking in the beauty, I helped her remove her pack, admiring her arms as she bent them back to pull them through the straps. A sprinkle of freckles was cast across the top of her strong shoulders. She helped me off with mine, though it was only a daypack. We sat on a bench rock and pulled off our boots and socks and wiggled our toes in the warm sun. Sharing our foodstuffs, we managed to have a nice lunch of cheese, dried fruits, jerky and blueberry granola bar. The sun was hot, the air thin, our bellies full and we reclined to enjoy some time. We talked and shared more about our love for the outdoors. She looked a bit sly and said, "Do you know what else I like about this spot? I love to sunbath on these rocks. I love the feel of the sun beaming on me and at the same time thrill when a cool breeze blows across my skin..." she tapered of with a dreamy look in her eyes. We watched clouds that began to move in over the valley. They were the sorts that easily give to games of finding figures at play among them. "There's a fox running, " Liv called out, pointing. I saw it. "Hey, there's George Washington!" I said. She wasn't so sure. We were both quiet. I saw the face of a woman with flowing hair. "Look, there's the face of a women," I said softly, pointing up and to Liv's right so that my arm crossed over her body. "See her face looking toward us, her hair blowing back, and..." Then my eyes got larger, and I wasn't sure what to say, for there below the head the figure of her shoulders and two breasts unfolded, complete with wisps of nipples! "What? What do you see now?" Liv asked. "Oh, ahh, a woman," I said timidly. I didn't want to say "breasts" out loud. Maybe they weren't there. It was only the stirring I was feeling in Liv's presence revealing thoughts that were playing in the back of my mind. "Oh, yes, I see her," Liv said, and then, "Ahh, and now I see what has got your tongue. You guys are all the same, aren't you!" Liv laughed, obviously seeing the endowments I thought I might have conjured. She leaned into me slightly, laughing. A scent of eucalyptus was in her hair "You know," Liv, said with reverential breath, "she is like a goddess looking down on us." I nodded. "Should we prepare some kind of offering for her?" I quipped. "Yeah, maybe so, maybe so," Liv said, looking at me, seriously. "I feel very strongly about the feminine character of nature. It is one reason why I love to be outside and among the mountains so much." My mind began conjuring images of her at play, wild among these mountains. I could see she had the strength and character to live off the land, by her own wits. I didn't want to know anything more about Liv than that. "So she is like Mother Nature smiling down upon us," I said, hoping to sound philosophical. "Exactly! Isn't it cool? I think we should make an offering." Liv was excited "What do we have to offer?" I wondered aloud. Liv picked up immediately, "As Mother shares with us, so we should share in return." With this proclamation Liv crossed her arms, reached down and lifted her top off over her head and tossed it aside. She tilted her face toward the formation, thrust her chest out and said, "Here I am, Mother Nature. Thank you for everything and please be good to us." She closed her eyes and let the sun and wind play freely on her face and body. My mind was racing, of course, in awe of the firm body almost naked beside me, and about what to do next... how to handle this extraordinary situation. It was obvious that her lovely breasts were no strangers to the sun and wind. The gold tone of her flesh was constant from her nose to her waist; and to her toes, I now imagined. Her breasts were generous and tight to her, round with wide brown areolas. With this image in mind (and trying not to salivate too obviously) I turned my face up to the sun and intoned, "As is Liv, so am I. We are in awe. Continue to amaze us." I pulled off my shirt. Liv didn't seem to notice; her face was set to the sky. The wind pushed our cloud Goddess to the south. Liv seemed to follow even as her eyes were closed. As she watched, her arms rose, crossed and she laid a hand on each breast. She held them and rubbed slow circles. I had to stand up or my cock was going to break. She opened her eyes, her gaze settled on the bulge in my shorts. "It appears that you have an offering as well, Lee." Liv spoke with a grin, seeing me standing. "Please share your offering," and she offered her left hand to me. I looked Liv in the eyes, saw her desire, so quickly unbuckled and pulled of my shorts and stood before her, my bobbing cock glad to be sprung. I placed it on her upheld hand and she solemnly examined it before slowly pulling me to her face. She took my growing cock into her mouth. She took the head in her lips and kissed it wetly, drawing of drip of precum to the tip. "Such wonders of nature are meant to be enjoyed, don't you think, Lee," she declared with a broad smile, and then took me back in again. She worked on my cock's full length, pulling against my thighs, keeping me tight to her face. I was able to reach my hands down to her breasts. I covered them, loving the nipple in my palms, feeling them stiffen. I rubbed her with my hands just the way I had seen her rub with hers. Liv sighed. Her tongue pauses then resumes, now more delicately; slow licks to the tip, darts to the softest skin, swirls at urethra. My cock raged and she drew another bead of my spunk. She sucked it in. She then took me from her mouth, with a smile, but kept me in hand has she stood and led us to a large boulder. Arriving there, she dropped my prick only long enough to shimmy out of her shorts. Taking me back in her hand, she tugged me along as she climbed the rock. At the spot she turned herself and sat facing me. The boulder was about five feet long with a slight depression along the top. It was the one that Liv knew was smooth and amazingly comfortable to lie on. The boulder that she sun bathed on. There was an abrupt edge at the end Liv sat herself onto. It had cracked there at some point. The stone I stood on was the lost end. Awesomely, the height of the edge placed a lover perfectly ready to work. She lay back pulling my cock to her wet ruffled labia. She pushed me into her. She had gotten hot fast, and there I was able stand between her legs and slide in and out of her pussy. It was heavenly. I pumped easily; She threw a leg up on my shoulder and pulled herself tighter against me. "Give it to me good, I like it," she said. So I leaned into her and ground my crotch against her, humping my cock in her. I leaned into her legs and her cunt sucked on my thrusts. This was all too intense. Liv knew it too, and pushed me back away from her. Smiling all the while. Liv lay back across the boulder, her breasts stretched taut. They were crowned by swollen areolas that were now a blush red. She lifted her head and grinned as she spread her legs again for me, revealing a thin trimmed line of chestnut hair just above red velvet ribbon lips that still held the shape of my cock. There was a glimpse of the delicate pink within. Was this a vision of some succulent goddess? I stepped forward then knelt at the break of the rock. I smelled a thick sweet tang. I laid my tongue flat among the lips, pressing in and slowly drawing up to her clit. Her clit I teased with a kiss before swathing in light circles. I found a hard nub and sucked at it with pursed lips. Liv was moaning in apparent ecstasy, her eyes closed, her body limp. I worked two of my fingers slowly in her slit. Her juices flowed. Liv moaned. I enjoyed a feast. And then Liv pulled me up her torso and grabbed my face. She brought it to hers for a hard kiss. Then she sat up and turned me to be in the spot she had been. I lay back across the stone and my gorged cock pointed straight to the sky. The stone warmed my back and I felt remarkably comfortable. Also almost out of my mind in anticipation. I looked down across my belly, past my inflamed cock, to see Liv standing, grinning, silhouetted against the sky. Her umber hair blowing around her face, hands on hips. Then she moved. Liv climbed the rock like an animal, crawling up my legs until her mouth was poised above my boner. I would swear that she growled as her mouth closed over the head and she ran her lips down the length. I throbbed in her mouth. I could tell that she was smiling, as much as you can smile with a mouthful of cock. She was tasting her pussy juices. I smelled eucalyptus and honeysuckle. She sucked. She twisted her head and began the slide back up, going slowly, coating every ridge and pulsing vein with a skein of saliva, leaving me red and wet. She then bobbed back down, doing this four or five times. I was blissing out. My head fell back to the rock and I stared into the endless blue as she fed on my cock. Then she crawled up and kissed me hard again on the mouth. I could taste the funk of my own cock. She pulled her head back and smiled, she squatted over me, then rose on her haunches and rubbed her cunt on the head of my cock, stroking it in her slit. I stared into her eyes. Slowly she began to lower her hot flesh chute down on my dick, inch by inch taking it in. She grunted a long "uuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh" and slowly settled till I was stuck in her. She leaned forward. Her hair hung in my face then and she kissed me with her tongue. She held herself there, poised to pounce, and I pistoned my cock in and out. She was kissing me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth, like she was ravenous. I couldn't take any more and my spunk shot deep in her, in four long gushes. I was gasping for air. Liv crouched close over me and squeezed my twinging penis in the tunnel of her legs. Her nipples grazed on my heaving chest. They were rock hard. Liv's eyes were shut tight. Her tongue lapped at my mouth as I took quick breaths. She rose up and down just slightly, pulling my cock back to some firmness. She ground around my crotch, her pubis roving the hard spots of my bone. Liv was in a mantra of, "aaahhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, aaahhhhhh" till she suddenly pushed her self up with a quick breath, her arms braced on my shoulders. She raised her cunt up to the head of my cock, pushed her self back just so that my prick poked her clit. She rubbed it there until she came to orgasm in spasms that clutched me inside her cunt. Then she released all tension and rode back down my length. As she rode down she yelped little bits of delight and her face turned bright. She was beautiful. Her face became serene as she released pent up breath. Her bones rested and she looked down from the sky, to me. Yes, the goddess was smiling. Liv Tyler Look-A-Like It was the first time the four of us had gone away together. No one knew what to expect, but we all knew that no matter what we did it was going to be fun, fun, fun! And how true that turned out to be. Right from the start, I couldn't keep my eyes off my friend's wife Judy. She was a dead ringer for Liv Tyler, only better since she was right in front of me! Judy always dressed provocatively and tended to drink in excess and behave wildly. And this time around was no exception. My wife is also very attractive, but much bigger in the tits department than Judy. But Judy had those thick lips, always with glossy red lipstick on them, that just begged to have a cock between them (mine, I hoped). Whenever I spoke to her I would just look at her lips and lust for the feel of them. Just as expected, we all drank more than we should've. Judy and Ike got into a heated fight that almost ruined the evening if it wasn't for what happened. Judy knocked on our hotel door around midnight. She was upset and crying about her argument with Ike. As I opened the door I couldn't believe what I saw; all she had on was a short tee shirt and high cut panties that accentuated her ass. My cock sprung up at the sight of her. She tumbled into my arms, partly from being upset and partly from the booze still in her system. My wife came out and we both tried to console Judy. As Judy stood between me and my wife, she reached out and gave us a hug. A rather long hug. Judy expressed her appreciation for our support and friendship. But I wasn't listening. My cock was bulging again. Judy then turned and kissed me on the cheek. She also kissed my wife. She hugged us tighter. Kissed my wife again, placing soft tender kisses on her face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Judy then turned my wife towards her and kissed her on the mouth. I could tell my wife enjoyed the kisses. Judy opened her mouth and her tongue pushed its way into my wife's. The sight of seeing Judy's Liv Tyler lips on my wife was more than I could bare. I stood behind Judy and held her from behind, pressing my cock against her ass as she made out with my wife. Judy wasted no time in finding my wife's tits and nipples. My wife was lost in the kiss. We all tumbled on the bed. Judy between us. I groped at her pussy. Her kisses were full of lust. I shifted and for awhile all our tongues were intertwined, Judy's, my wife's and mine. We all licked at each others' tongues. My wife reached over and grabbed my cock as she and Judy made out. Judy just kept grabbing my wife's delicious tits as she plunged her tongue into her mouth. My wife then broke off the kiss and leaned over and started to suck my cock. Judy now had lowered herself and started to lick my wife's wet pussy. My wife let out a moan as Judy's tongue entered her pussy lips and rubbed against her clit. I reached over and pulled Judy's ass to me. I began to lick the crack of her ass. Up and down. Teasing her pussy. She kept pushing her pussy down on me, but I just focused on her ass. After teasing her like this for awhile, I did what she was doing to my wife's pussy....I sucked her clit. Both Judy and my wife were now moaning. My cock throbbed. Judy seeing my cock, reached out for it and pulled out of my wife's mouth. She wasted no time and just shoved it into her Liv Tyler lips. As she sucked she made sucking sounds. All you could hear was her slurping my cock. My wife's eyes were wide open with lust at the sight of seeing another woman devour my cock. She started to lick my balls as Judy sucked my shaft. Her tongue darting inside my ass hole from time to time. All this time, I was licking Judy's pussy and ass hole. I finally couldn't hold it any longer and came. My cum squirted all over Judy's red lips. My wife's face also got blasted with cum; it was the most cum I had ever shot. As I came, I felt Judy start to shudder and shake. She bore her pussy down hard on my mouth. Then for a moment she actually stopped breathing and held tightly the sheets. It was incredible to see a woman that beautiful cum that intensely! But she Judy wasn't done. She now focused on my wife's pussy again. Licking her clit until it was swollen and red with passion. Judy's mouth was also red and swollen as she continued to please my wife. Then sensing my wife was about to cum, Judy pushed two fingers inside my wife's pussy as she licked. This proved to be my wife's threshold. She came with a loud moan and groan that sounded animal like. To this day, whenever I see a picture of Liv Tyler I pause and remember how beautiful her mouth was.