Sorry for the delay, RAOMDers. I am happy to say that I had two succesful meetings with two wonderful gentlemen.  Please forgive the errors. I am writing this as I ride the M train and eat my spicy mango cup. 

I may also edit this post to add my third encounter (which would have been succesful if he had not fuck up big time.)

Successful encounter #1: The Very Model of a Modern English Muffdiver

She said something in Korean and was now figuring out how to say it in English. She signals with her hand as looks up the words. 

"He seems dilligent," she says as she hands me back my phone. "He is going to do good job."

See me: I am getting a pedicure at my favorite nail salon in Queens. Erase that. The only salon that I go to, located in Queens. The owner, Kim, and I, go years and years back when I was a young(ish) soon-to-be-married-to-the-man-of-most-White-women's-dreams Mexican girl and she employed by some UES salon catering to snobby gueras.  We became girlfriends when I told her I had no one to be my matron of honor and asked her to do the honors. A million years later and she owns a salon. If we were not friends, she would not do my feet. But here she was, telling me that my feet where looking "primitive" (Kim is savage af) and that I needed an extra dip in paraffin to get them smooth. 

Now, for those men that I have had in my bed, mistress Kim has heard everything you have done to me. The play by play of your perversions and desires. The many times you made me cum. And the many times you did not. We have laughed at your unsolicited dick pics. At times, she has helped me decide between two Redditors. So, that is why she is important to this story. 

Kim was right about diver 1. He was dilligent. He had commented in one of my success stories and indicated he was taking notes to prep for my next visit.  Now, he may have been saying that to be nice; let's face it, he is in the UK, I am NYC. But what he did not expect was the way my then-institution treats their most productive academics: I get conference travel money with little oversight of where I go. 

"Guess who is coming to the UK?" I linked my past success story to the DM. I wasn't expecting him to answer. 

Now, as the very model of a modern English muffdiver, he booked a hotel and took care not to be creepy by asking me for pussy or ass pictures. He also stated that we did not need to go beyond meeting for a drink unless I felt comfortable to take it to the next level. 

The day of the meeting and your girl is running late. I had spent most of my afternoon and evening having tea at this cat cafe. (Yes, I know how cheesetastic that sounds.) I also messed up by going to the wrong place. My diver told me to stay put and wait for him to come to me. 

As I waited, I began feeling anxious. The last time I met an older-than-me UK diver, I was humiliated. But as a classy dame, I was going to meet my diver for a 🍸 and some conversation. I owed him that much.

I saw him come in the doors and he smiled. I noticed that he was so much better looking than his picture. He was also so my type... Well, one of my types. Tall, white, and with an easy going smile. I am so glad I asked him to get condoms. 😈 Imma gonna fuck that smile off him. 

We have that drink and he let's me chat away my nervousness. I touched his knee by accident (or maybe not). As we were ready to leave I see evidence of a cat on the premises. "I want to pet it!" And yes, he was gracious enough to let me pet the long tuxedo cat laying down on the bar floor. Aww! 😺😻😽

(Sexy mexi times starts here)

Fast forward to his hotel. I plopped down his bed as I was tired and wanted to feel the coolness of a recently made bed. He reverently knelt down and slowly played with my hairy legs (Sorry!) as he prepared me for his dive. 

Oof! He knew exactly the speed and pattern to use down there. I kept on saying yes and no and stop and go. In three different languages, I moaned and begged for whatever his tongue had in store for me. He traced lips and clit like he had spent time studying my body. As I gushed, he flipped me and I felt his tongue on my ass and if I wasn't moaning like a wanton slut then, I was now. OMG. He does enjoy eating ass. Give the man a trophy!

As a professor, I tend to reward students for a job well done. After he made me cum again, I demanded he take off his pants so I can grade him. I made sure that I would have his cock down my throat. I did have some difficulty but I was pleasantly suprised with my efforts. Now, our fun included his beautifully shaped cock (thick thick thick) inside me as he took me doggy and then reverse cowgirl. (I wanted him to see my long thick black hair cascade down my back as I rode him.) We tried a bit of backdoor fun but we were not as prepared for that -- plus his thickness made it a bit too much for me.

Cuddles: He is smooth and fun to cuddle with. He was totally at ease with me playing with his sack and cock and admiring his slim body and enjoying the way his laughter reverberated inside his chest as I told him some thing or other crazy story about my adventures as a tourist.

After a few more rounds of fun, I had to get dressed and make it back to my hotel. I had to prepare my conference talk and needed to be up early to meet with several graduate students. He walked me down to the tube and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips goodbye. I was so glad that I did not let my anxiousness take over. Meeting this diver was worth missing the last connecting tube back to my place.

Successful Encounter #2: A Million (Pre-Brexit rate) Sterling Pound Smile

Fam, I was late again. Not because of cats this time but because of museums. London tube can be confusing as well. You would think a girl from NYC would figure out the London transportation system. But there I was, confused again. 

Diver 2 had contacted me in the past but seeing that he was under 30, I put him on a waiting list. Kim really wanted this diver to work out. "He has American actor smile," she said, looking appreciatively at a picture of him wearing climbing gear outside some mountain, hill, or whatever the fuck that was.  "Kim.... I am fifteen years older than him." She snorted, "Like that's gonna stop him from wanting sex."

Now, I was hesitant before this dive too. Not only was he young and had "American actor smile," I could tell he was fit. FIT. Like a Mountain Dew commercial outdoor fun fit. As a girl with extra poundage, I was not going to go into encounter where I would feel self-conscious because my diver was a walking advertisement for outdoors sports. 

After some back and forth, and yes, some more convincing from Kim, I asked the diver for a time that could work for him and I. He would meet me at his hotel, zone 2 tube system. 

Seeing that I was at 4 percent battery and needed wifi to tell him I was late, I went inside some pub to at least tell him that I would be late. I also told him I would need some time in his shower to freshen up.

Diver 2: I can pick you up, but only if you feel comfortable.

He texted me as some drunk guy at the pub asked me if my name was Maria. (Groan. Really?) Is he trying to sing despacito? Jesus, no!

Me: Hurry up. This guy is asking me for my digits. I am gonna give him a fake number but you gotta come and save me.

Diver 2. On my way. Look out for a white BMW.

(No way! Kim is really gonna like this.)

I see said white beemer and because I am an American dork, I open the driver's side of the car. I almost sat on his lap.

"Sorry." I close and run to the other side, making sure to wiggle my ass a bit.

Sitting now on the passenger side. Fuck. Disarm me with a smile. Yep. He is handsome with kind eyes. Auburn hair with natural highlights and light eyes. Bearded. He has American actor smile.  If he had picked me up on his motorbike I would have fucked him right there.

(Sexy mexi times starts here)

I am at his hotel room taking off my shoes and he immediately gets to kiss me and play with my tits. After some time, he starts caressing my thighs. I instinctively open my legs but I also stammer as I tell him that I have been sightseeing all day and maybe I should take a shower. As he kissed the inside of my thighs he would pause to say, "you want your shower?" knowing that he had me where he wanted me. He moved my panties aside and ask the same question again. He traced my lips with his fingers, "how about that shower?" Then his tongue on my clit, stopping to ask the same thing. 

I gushed on his face a few times before we went to kissing some more. 

Diver 2 was appreciative of my curves as well. He was also delighted each time he made me moan and groan. During our last round, our activities got rough enough to leave some bruises on my hips. However, all of this roughness happened after I enthusiastically consented.  

In all, these two divers should receive a commendation by Queen Elizabeth. The Diving Medal of St. Anthony or something. 10/10. I reccomend both of them with no reservations.