Afterglow is important... Part 3 covers the latter portion of our meeting, and in all honesty, when I consider how insane the previous 4 hours of experience were, I have to compliment P on being an amazing woman. I was insatiable at times and continued to lavish and cherish her body. This final chapter is all about the intimacy of moments like we had. (But there was some pretty hot sex too!)

After we finished eating, we cuddled and talked about the night we had so far. Needless to say it had gone far beyond our expectations... I even made a joke, how if a train for some reason crashed into our hotel room and ruined the night, our experience would still be amazing.
I have to say, some of the things that we talked about were incredible. It was random, goofy, zaney, and often heartfelt. The year of conversations that we had previously shared were being played out in person, and we were the exact same people online as we were in the flesh.
We both appreciated how rare that was, especially in this day and age of internet trolls, and reddit specific fake profiles / flakes. We had a blossoming friendship and an entire night ahead of us, but I was also mindful of the fact this woman had gone through "who counts" amounts of orgasms, and had squirted twice. (something she told me after the fact no man had ever done. THAT'S MY TROPHY FOLKS! STORY IS OVER!)

Our cuddling continued into the bed and I could not resist this woman's ears at this point. I whispered to her how amazing she was, how she was the most sensitive woman I had ever met, how she was such a good girl. (learned this was a bit of a kink.)
I would slowly nibble and suck her ear and reassure her that I enjoyed her squirting (she had a mixed past with this), that I loved the way her body was both soft and muscular at the same time (again, there is something fucking wrong with the previous men P has been with because she had insecurities about how her body was formatted as well as her own sensitivity.). We talked for well over 30 minutes all the while I couldn't keep my hands off her, nor my mouth. Nibbling ears and kneading breasts... Kissing necks and rolling nipples... slow caresses down her side into her hips and teasingly around her vagina... I was keeping her body stimulated continuously, and her reactions told me she was loving every second of it. We had talked about resting... Even napping, but I couldn't keep my hands off of her... Eventually my fingers that were doing laps around her lower body took a pit stop in between her folds and I began to gently play with her lower mouth again.
Her moans at this point were intoxicating, and I found my way into another position with her.

I would move her more to the center of the bed and I raised her left leg up while she was on her side. I began to push in and HOLY FUCK was I able to push deep! I could feel my cock hitting against what I imagine was her cervix at the end of each pump and the euphoria had begun. She belted out moans, I became more rigorous and echoed her cries with moans of my own, she would cum first, and I would punish her pussy with continuous thrusts through the whole orgasm while my finger again ventured up to help curb her volume by going into her mouth. I could feel her contracting again and my orgasm hit, I pumped deeply, and almost violently, each pump with a slow space before purposefully pounding her again, This caused her to start a second orgasm and I began to resume my previous pace, trying to achieve a rapid succession orgasm (something I have done a couple times in my life, though never after my first O.) I tried mightily, I could feel my cock straining and the build up mounting but the vigorous thrusting after the course of 7-8 minutes was something I couldn't keep up and I had to slow myself.

P was very talkative after this position, and confirmed that she came twice. She told me after the first one she started feeling the second one and she felt "like a succubus" draining my sexual energy and taking it for herself. This was such an amazing image in my head and I couldn't help but laugh with her as I told her about my attempt to go for the successive orgasms. Let's just say it is on our bucket list for next time to see if we can pull off! We had cool down, I grabbed a towel and pulled out, there was of course much less mess this time around, but P told me she felt full and retreated to the restroom after a quick kiss...
I was left waiting in wonder at how amazing this woman truly was after she took a pounding like that and not only endured it but was working on a third orgasm before I couldn't go anymore.

We switched spots in the restroom after she was done and I came back out, immediately hugging her and kissing her. I couldn't help but complement her endurance as we got back in bed and resumed snuggling.
At this point it was getting closer to 9pm, and we decided we would try to sleep early and pick things up after a nap. It took some time for me to pull myself away from caressing her and touching her breasts, her butt. It was at this point we had another very memorable inside quote that will likely stick with us our entire relationship: I told her I would keep cuddling her, but try to keep "neutral hands"!
We both laughed at the absurdity of the statement, and the coining of "neutral hands" led way to about 10 minutes of joking back and forth how we could use it in situations.
I loved this... It was moments like this that in retrospect, make me realize how much I enjoy P's friendship and companionship...
(Quick encouragement break: TALK TO YOUR LOVER, or to those you have relationships with... The conversations that we had were as memorable as the sex we had.)

It took a minute, or 50, but we finally settled down after a lot of talking back and forth, and laying in bed with the lights off.
P and I both struggled to sleep that night... Minds racing, desire and lust still imprinted on our souls and bodies from the previous hours, apparently I was tossing and turning a bit in my sleep, and she was struggling to have a restful mind.
It was about 3am when I woke a bit, stretched and noted P also moved. I decided to spoon up to her and my groin fit very well nestled next to her booty. I put my arms around her and kept "neutral hand", but she responded to my touch with both conversation as well as grinding back at her big spoon.
"Neutral hand" deactivated and I began the slow burn once again.

We talked for about 30 minutes while I nibbled her ear and slowly ground my hips into her cheeks. The breast play was continuous and I would occasionally move my hand down and again tease that hungry kitty who had been the object of my affection for a decent chunk of the night. My arousal was growing and my precum was moistening things up as I continued to slowly push at her rear.

Eventually we would change positions, I would move her toward the middle of the bed again and while she was on her back I would between her legs push a little more. I wasn't sure if I was pushing against her butt as the darkness of the night was making things difficult, but she was very responsive in moans and sighs. I finally pushed a little harder and felt the head of my cock slip up and into a very familiar feeling. Welp, I was definitely teasing her booty more then I thought I was, but she did not mind whatsoever as I began to very slowly push in and pull out of her pussy. I wanted to be very delicate and intimate, as this woman had received constant sexual pressure from me through the night, and her lower lips had taken a pounding at times. I wanted to make sure she did not leave with a sour experience cause I did to much or went to far. It was afterglow sex, pure and simple and even with my cock throbbing inside of her, my intent wasn't to get off myself, my intent was to cherish her with every thrust. She deserved the world after the night we had, and after the time she has had in life and I wanted her to feel loved, even if for only a moment at 3 - 4 am. Slowly we continued, slowly she reached another peak, slowly I continued to lavish her breasts, kiss her neck and imprint the passion and energy of that 12 hours on her body.

A night we would never forget? HA! It was more then that... I was the MAN she would never forget, and she was a woman who would create a new standard in my mind... Eventually in exhaustion certain parts of my body would give up, but that didn't matter. I didn't need to get off, I had something much greater laying in bed with me. We would kiss, and we would talk. We would fall back asleep for a little longer before it all would come to an end.

Never has an encounter gone so right. It was spontaneous at times, it was messy on occasion. We laughed, we sympathized with each other. For a 14 hour period, we helped each other feel loved... And while it was not a random act of muff dive in any way shape or form by the end of it all... I had accomplished the goal I have in my mind for each of those encounters in a way that was deeper and more meaningful then ever before.

I helped P feel loved that night. She did the same for me.

Thank you for reading this chapter of our story. This encounter happened very recently, and I made sure to get P's permission to post about it. There will be more RandomActsofMuffDive in my future, and I may be traveling to a town near you soon, so if you are reading this, and are interested in finding out what it is like to have someone put your pleasure before their own... Feel free to send a chat...