This is going to be a long form story, so I will separate the prologue / build up from the night itself. The first two wont have as much sex as they will build the story of our meeting and give a mentality that I keep as well as mentality we took into the meeting.

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Prologue - A story, over a year in the making.

I don't feel it would be correct for me to tell this story of success in the RandomActsofMuffDive sub, as it goes against the spirit of what divers like myself acclaim to. So that is why I am here instead, telling the story of the night I had this last weekend that went so far beyond every standard or expectation I had ever set up.

To start this story, I need to tell you of the slow burn that happened between this person and I. Our acquaintance began from one of my post on the aforementioned subreddit. I'm verified there and while I can only really count my successes on one hand, I've enjoyed the conversations. "P" (will be how I refer to the woman of this tale she is of similar age.) reached out to me with curiosity on the subject of muff diving. (Word for word quote from her message on June 18th 2023: "Hey I found your post interesting")
We talked for a bit and after a bit of clarification we decided we wanted to plan on a date for a RAOMD.

The conversations after the date became set started to heat up, and in all honesty I found myself conversing like a friend, rather then a stranger who was going to be performing the diver's duty.
As the date drew closer (we had to plan over a month out due to busy schedules), we both had issues in life come up, but I will only speak to mine, as they were dynamic. A move, a job opportunity and a business I helped create folding, pressure from family all contributed to me dropping off the map.
I'm thankful I did so with a message, as I learned recently, my sudden fall from reddit existence was something that P took difficulty in getting over. (I'm thankful for the chance to apologize)

It was more recently that I decided to put myself out again after returning back to my original base of operations. (Still with the same type of career, so I very much travel around.)
P just so happened to check in on the app and saw that I was back and reached out again. The re-connection was sweet and after a bit of explaining, catching up, and deliberating, we decided that we would again plan to meet up.
Keep in mind, we at this point had talked for an extensive period of time, and were also very friendly with one another, so you could almost say that this "Random Act" was no longer truly random in nature. We set the date over 3 weeks ago, and the date was this last Saturday.

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Build up - "Da Rules"

I suppose this is a good time to say that a RAOMD is generally an act that does not require reciprocation, but for these connections, I abide by a set of standards or "rules" for myself (you will see them in action in the story), which helps me maintain my mentality and generally calms the nerves of my partners in pleasure. (These rules have evolved as I've gained more experience and reference from my encounters)

Rule 1 - I generally don't take my clothes off. (I usually wear athletic cloths that are light and soft) I NEVER take off my underwear. (I usually inform the receiver, that if their is a desire for reciprocation, or any action of that variety, they are the one to take them off as it is both a line of consent, as well as a standard of defense.)

Rule 2 - Communication is key. Anyone who has ever messaged me about a RAOMD has learned that I'm very thought out and very thorough. For some ladies, this is a turn off or too extensive, so I can understand when people who are either in a rush or just looking for a quick fix decide it isn't worth their time, or they can find someone else. (in fact over half of my chats end that way) My communication doubles down during "the act" as I will make sure I learn limits as well as talk out what I am doing before I do it. My goal for these acts is to spend the time it takes to help a woman relax enough that she can enjoy the experience and climax(s) she deserves.

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In the case of P, these rules were reemphasized, as our plan was to do what we had originally talked about first, but our conversations over the 3 weeks of waiting had evolved into something that was far beyond random, and well beyond muff diving, even delving into the realms of squirting, mutual masturbation, and some of our sexual experiences. We set off having a goal in mind: a night we would never forget!

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Saturday - August 10th, 3PM (The Night We Will Never Forget! Act: 1)

The arranged time had come, and we had talked out everything! Even the outfit I was wearing to a meal we had planned before had at the restaurant we picked as a neutral location. She ended up arriving a little late but was very communicative about it. My prearranged plan was to just greet each other with a hug, and I would not do anything else physical during the meal. I wanted her to be able to make the decision of whether or not she wanted to continue the night without the influence of someone coddling her or influencing her physical desires.
When she arrived, she was very nervous and I actually scared her accidentally. I had received her text and got out to greet her, but she was still talking herself into meeting me. (This was her first encounter with a stranger after all.)

She got out of her vehicle, and I was stunned! She wore a tight bodysuit that fit her form well, and had an enhancing as well as slimming effect. I gave her a polite hug, it only lasted about 2-3 seconds, but I wanted it to be so much longer, her perfume was very well selected, and it contrasted the smell of the smoker at the restaurant we were at. Her hair curly, everything about her was voluptuous, and we went in to have our meal together.

We talked for a bit, and enjoyed the meal we ordered, saving some for later, wherever later might have been. The small talk was nice, getting to know each other again was also very fun to do in person. (It really is different from an online chat).
Then I asked the prearranged line, "Would you like to continue to spend time together?"
She said yes, and we both had a giggle before making our way to the hotel we had arranged as a neutral location.

Once at the hotel, I wanted to be as courteous as I could, and we got everyone and everything into the room. My mind was screaming to touch this beautiful woman more, to kiss her, to feel her arm or her hand. We settled for a second hug that was much longer then the first, she complemented my eyes, and we sat down on the couch together, and talked about the night ahead. I FINALLY got a chance to put my arm around P at this point, as we sat across from each other at dinner, to help enforce the no contact standard I had made for this specific meeting due to the nature of our conversations and how easily it would be to slip into a lustful state. Now, I could finally hug, hold, and use my hands to comfort this woman who was both nervous and so very excited for what we had planned for the night.

I had given P reign of my clothes for the night, she could have me keep them on, she could have me take them off, but the underwear rule remained in place, only she could remove those. She wanted to see my physique better and I obliged, asking her to guide me through a tease. It was comical, but I was a man in my last line of defense, looking at this beautiful woman who had me all ready to have a second dinner.

P at this point would ask assistance out of the body suit, firstly, I had no idea that something could be so tight and so stretchy. Look so sultry yet so classy... Then getting to help her out of it?? Wow... I relished the moment and got to see her wonderful lace lingerie which i complemented.

P and I are both full bodied humans. Overweight but very functional, she was very nervous about her weight, but I was too busy shifting my admiration all over her body, The way the bra pushed up against her breasts was mental to me, and I would soon learn that the perkiness of her breasts went far beyond the clothes she wore. Her lower portion of lingerie was high cut, so I could see the rounded posterior that was so easy to give light slaps, and keen grabs. In no time we were feeling each other up, kissing, and slowly moving toward the bed that we would make ours over the next 14 hours. The plan was supposed to have started with a tease, and showing off but it had quickly moved beyond that into my muff dive. I was showering P with kisses, and slowly caressing up and down her body with both hands, alternating my attention between her lips, her neck, her breasts, to her sides and then slowly grazing over the lower regions of her panties, not pushing, just teasing, and announcing my attention to the growing wetness that was permeating through the seat of them.

I began to kiss and nibble against P's bra and her panties. I could tell the anticipation was killing her, but anyone who understands anticipation knows it is one of the hottest things you can use to add spice to the moment so I continued to alternate while caressing and feeling her body, my fingers playing with the hem of her panties occasionally, then also tracing the wet spot and the crease at its center. She was moaning profusely at this point so I asked if it was ok for me to remove the rest of her clothing and continue. She affirmed and I started with the bra, lowering the straps and then moving the cups down her stomach.
Every thing about P was both large as well as proportionate, her stomach was smooth, her breasts had a firmness to them along with the softness, and this was all the more attractive to me as I took my first of many ventures to her peaks that night, making sure to both feel as well as taste their pertness.
Next was the "honeypot" and this was particularly a fun experience, we had made her stew on the idea of my diving down there so long that she had accumulated a high level of humidity and there seemed to be a 100% chance of moisture.
I wax poetic, but in all honesty, P has the prettiest vagina I've ever seen, and upon pulling her wet panties off, I was greeted with a perfectly moist snack. I began...
I immediately kissed her lower lips then trailed all the way up her body, making her wait even longer. (I'm a sadistic fuck.) And after trailing back down, and proximity breathing, I gave my first direct lick. The taste and the moan are two things I will remember for the rest of my life, even if I somehow contract amnesia, I imagine. I continued to slowly lick and dive in and out, until I finally began to suck on the upper portion of her vagina.

I will say too many people tend to focus on direct contact with the clitoris, they build things up too fast, and over sensitize the woman they are with. By sucking on the general area, and flat tonguing, I'm able to stimulate the clit without making much direct contact... This will help you to learn gents, it is a key to my success both on this night as well as a diver in general.
I would begin to use my hands to caress up and down her sides and occasionally roll her nipples or knead her breasts. My suction would relent only to shower the rest of her pussy with kisses and licks up the labia, right back into the suction, which would drive her wild.

Eventually, I would insert a single finger, pressing down toward her anus, and slowly stimulating the walls there. I've been told that this can give the illusion of the vagina being full for the woman, but I would need poll the women who have experienced it to know for sure. I continued this with my alternating suctions, kissing, licking, and occasionally I would move back up and give P's upper body the love it deserved, focusing on her neck, nipples, and I would learn at this point, her ears were also VERY (I wish you could increase the font size) sensitive. We were about 30 minutes in, and she had already been through numerous climaxes, I would finally begin to curve my finger up and begin to slowly tease and knock on the door of her gspot, to massive vocal success..,

The next 15 minutes would be a blur, but a gspot orgasm would be the icing on top of a brilliant first act, as the combination of my fingers, (I would expand my efforts to two on the last push,) and the suction caused her to moan out loudly.
After the orgasm, I checked in on her to see if she needed a break. She had been a mess, and I know that over stimulation can very easily ruin a night. (Just as too much to read can ruin an amazing story)
So we took a break... She went to the bathroom, and I waited on the couch, a spot toward the front of my underwear completely soaked in my own precum from the symphony that I had heard over the last 45-60 minutes.

Our joke after she got done in the restroom would quickly become "who's counting?!" when referencing the amount of orgasms she had in just this first act, but rest assured, while I was proud of myself, the bulk of the pleasure had yet to begun.

To be continued in Part 2 (Chance of Showers?)