Wet dreams – women and dive-sex

Photo by Carl Montoya of a pensive woman diver

The Photo:  So enigmatic! A hauntingly beautiful photo by Carl Montoya capturing the longing – or perhaps it’s concern - on the woman diver’s face as she sinks toward the bottom of the pool. She is obviously on the prowl as her eyes are made-up and she is getting lip-gloss on the mouthpiece of her reg. Clad in a tight rubber thong-bottom suit for easy access and with her head cocked she’s listening to the hiss of gas as with collapsed cheeks she sucks on her demand valve. Soon there will be the roar of bubbles rushing toward the surface as she exhales hardly moving while she waits. What could she be thinking…?

Pensive pondering: I talked with three of my women Halloween house party guests who had experienced the thrill of underwater sex while night diving in SCUBA gear with male guests. They shared the thoughts they had while adjusting to the pressure as they descended toward the bottom and during the process of being tethered by an ankle leash to a large cement block on the bottom in mid pool to prevent being forced into the walls during strenuous activity while mating.  

The jaded escort:  The young blonde in a form fitting rubber suit waiting for her new lover to descend to join her and wondering...  Is he experienced enough with rubber suits to gently pull the thong bottom to one side or should I do it for him? If I did, would I appear too anxious? I’m so glad my pubes are completely nude. The laser removal worked well and prevents having even short hair being pulled when a lover is moving my rubber or tight fitting fabric suit out of his way. Will he stay hard during the encounter until I milk him? Has he taken a performance enhancer to prevent penis wilting? It’s a common problem with first time men or men over forty and one escorts hate. I’m so glad I’m not menstrual so there is no concern that my flow will stain my suit, but if he rubs my cervix raw which has happened, I could have heavy spotting after sex.

Will the reproductive tract protection I’m wearing to prevent the hydraulics of his thrusting from forcing water into my uterus during dive-sex be effective?  Then she, nearly freaks out when she remembers that she forgot to insert her barrier before entering the water! Suddenly her major concern is that her well-endowed lover will be so energetic thrusting into her anterior fornix that without her contraceptive barrier, worn for “flood insurance”, he will dislodge the mucus plug in her cervical os. 

That is a legitimate worry since she faked her negative pregnancy test and is about eight weeks along and she briefly considers cancelling the encounter and heading to the surface, but decides to go ahead with their encounter. Her unintended pregnancy is by the man who escorted her to the party and she’s not yet showing so if she can get through their dive-sex encounter she might be ok for the rest of the party. She knows she shouldn’t be diving at all, but needs the money. Worse however, is the fact that she has fallen in love with the client and wants to carry his baby to term, but the longing to feel her married lover’s erection thrusting inside her is too great to resist so she risks harming the fetus should her mucus plug fail and she have water forced into her uterus.

The ingénue: While at a house party at this ancient rambling pile, the young ballerina accepts an invitation from a gorgeous young hardbody man from an adjoining estate for a night dive-sex encounter in their hostess’s deep indoor pool. While she is a good swimmer she has never used SCUBA gear or a thong-back rubber suit like the one she was given to wear and is very uncertain about her safety both from the standpoint of an equipment failure and also from possible injury to her reproductive tract while mating with her dive partner. She is also uncertain about what is expected of her other than being a warm, tight, deep reservoir for the deposit of her lover’s seed.

He is an amazingly handsome man with a gloriously sexy hairy chest. She becomes aroused as she fantasizes about slowly pushing her erect nipples through his thick soft pelt of brown chest hair once she can get out of the rubber suit. The thought of that makes the muscles of her vagina gently spasm, her flat belly tingle and her labia swell and part with desire. But her lover is known to have a reputation for trouble, which she thinks makes him that much more interesting.

She had several glasses of champagne before she accepted the invitation and as she floats nearly weightless awaiting her partner’s completion of tethering her to the bottom with an ankle leash she reconsidered the rumors she had heard about him. Not that all the rumors are true of course as those sorts of stories seem to compound in the retelling, but still… She’d repeatedly heard that he had impregnated at least three young women who had gone night diving with him. And, supposedly, they all insist it was from their underwater sexual encounters with him that they conceived. Worse was the fact that they all were on a very effective form of contraception – a hormonal IUD - so talking with one another they couldn’t understand how three IUD pregnancies could occur in such a short time with the same man! Hormonal IUDs have a failure rate of less than 1% and none of the women were near the end of their IUDs effective life and all were correctly placed.

If the stories are true having three different women experience IUD failures and becoming preggers by the same man strongly suggests the man was somehow tampering with their hormone levels. While she watched as her lover fastened the Velcro closure of the leash around her ankle, the ingénue had time to think about his earlier partner’s pregnancies and consider if she felt well enough protected be the frameless regular (6 copper bead) GyneFix IUD recently implanted. She was fertile and on CD13 so she should ovulate the next day, but the ions from the dissolving copper should immobilize his sperm before they reached her tubes.

Since she isn’t on hormones she decided there was no way for him to have tampered with the effectiveness of her GyneFix as she had the strings trimmed off so it couldn’t be accidently pulled out if she wore a diaphragm for “flood insurance”. But she had put off having a diaphragm fitting and now regretted passing up the opportunity to be fitted for the custom flat spring latex diaphragm that is the most effective barrier to wear for flood insurance; to prevent the possibility, however slight, of having a partner force water into her uterus and give her PID. She vowed book an appointment with her Gyn to be fitted when she returned to London.  While she was wearing no barrier for “flood insurance” on balance she was very glad that she had a packet of the morning-after pill ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, in her cosmetic kit and planned to take it as back-up contraception as soon as she got back to her bedroom.  

The fiancé hunter: The assertive young blonde in the very tight fitting rubber thong-bottom suit is husband hunting and had come to the house party with the man she had decided would make her a good husband as he has a title and money.  He is the third man she had decided met her requirements. The previous two had escaped her net and married someone else and she was determined that this one would be helplessly in her thrall before the house party was over. Not that she was lowering her expectations an any way by being after him as he was the eldest son of an Earl whose previous fiancée had been killed in a boating accident several years earlier and he was only now returning to the social scene seeking female companionship.  She is known to her circle of male acquaintances as a consummate flirt and one of the best nonprofessional women in southern England at performing fellatio.

Unknown to her friends however is the fact that she had been upgrading her pelvic skills by training for several months to provide Pompoir and the Mare’s trick for her lovers. She decided that underwater where they would float weightless was a marvelous place to test her new skills to entrap the man she wanted as a husband. She needed one to give her social status and keep her in the style to which she had been accustomed (as a banker’s daughter) while she developed a small stable of men to satisfy her sexual needs during her prospective husband’s frequent absences from home away on business.

The videos from the pool that recorded every caress and thrust of their encounter show her partner having his brains fucked out nearly expelling his regulator on several occasions while he held himself stationary buried deep in her hard, flat belly as she milked his penis. Then wrapped her legs around him and gripped his penis so tight in the Mare’s Trick grip that the blood was trapped in his erection during the few minutes of his refractory interval. Once she released her grip he was ready to be stimulated to orgasm again w/o having his erection wilt or withdrawing from her vagina. By the end of the house party she seemed to have been successful as she was leading her intended fiancé around on a psychological penis leash.