Three weeks ago I finally got to do something that I had been dreaming
of for years, I swam in water clothed from head to toe in a rubber
suit.

The children (9 and 11) were away at a summer camp for a few days and
my wife and I took the opportunity to enjoy a few days camping and
cycling on our own.  I had been looking forward to the possibility of
getting into my Aquala dry suit and had put it and my snorkeling gear
in the car when we left home.

On our first day we covered quite a distance with our bicycles and in
the afternoon discover an old, water filled sand extraction pit which
can been converted in to a 'Recreation Area'.  Trees and grass had
planted around the shores, a beach had been added on one side for the
children and it was moderately full of people on a sunny summer
afternoon.  Talking with my wife about what I would like to do, we
investigated and decided that if we returned at a quieter time of day
and went to the shore away from the beach area we could be pretty
secluded.

The next morning I was a little nervous as we drove to lake, wondering
what would happen if ... or ... occurred.  My wife told me not to
worry, I was just going to be wearing a diving suit and if anyone
started asking questions, she would do the talking.

When we arrived at about half past ten, it was quiet, there were only
a few mothers with young children playing on the beach and we wandered
to our chosen spot on the other side of the lake.  With 'butterflies
in my stomach' I changed into my suit as quickly as I could (always a
bit of a struggle) and my wife zipped me shut.

There I was, deliciously enclosed from head to toe in my suit.

Perhaps rather more quickly than was required, I got into the water to
provide my 'alibi' for being in my rubber suit.  As I had expected,
the water pressure pushed all the air between my skin and the suit
upwards and as I sat there in the shallows, I gently lifted the neck
seal to let it all escape.  Then, together with my wife, I swam out
into the lake a little way.  It felt good, but I detected a minor leak
from a ankle seam that had given me trouble before.

I went back to the shore, fetched my snorkel, fins and mask and put
them on.  I returned to the deeper water and inspected myself
underwater.  The suit was pressed against my body nicely with the
excess material in large folds.

I did some surface dives to see how the suit felt with increasing
depth and pressure and how deep I could get.  I quickly noticed how
cold the water felt once I got down a few meters (of course I only had
that single layer of rubber on) and it didn't feel all that much
different in the limited depth I achieved (perhaps also due to the
minor leak).

We were the only people swimming on 'our' side of the lake and it was
quiet and peaceful.  Ducks and other waterbirds were sitting on the
water not so far away.  All this time I wasn't (sexually) excited, the
dominant emotion was one of relaxation, peace and 'nice'.

After a while my wife returned to the shore to dry off and I
discovered that by lifting the neck seal up and blowing in a breath of
air I could create a bubble that would give me just enough buoyancy to
float in the lake without moving.  Utter relaxation and peace...

When my wife noticed that there were mosquitoes flying around her on
the bank, she suggested I finish doing what I wanted to do so that we
could leave before they eat her alive.  I let the bubble of air out of
the suit, turned onto my front, and whilst looking at my beautiful
'rubberised' underwater body, let my sexual fantasies and masturbation
bring me to orgasm.

I returned to the shore, de-suited, dried off (there was that leak),
redressed and we left.

The next day we repeated the exercise, to my great pleasure.

Looking back on the events, I am now mildly cross that we forgot to
take any photos of me with my suit so nicely compressed against my
body and also that I didn't spend the time and effort to capture my
feelings and memories on paper when they were still fresh, as I now
notice that the intensity of the memories has faded.

Since then I have been dreaming and planning ways to repeat the
exercise in our home area and then preferably with a number layers of
rubber clothing on under my suit.

How would a rubber 'butt plug' feel as I dived down?  Would the
increasing water pressure against the suit give a feeling of it being
pushed deeper and more firmly into me?

I continue to plan and dream...

Who knows?...

© Copyright Mark Plowman, 2003-08-12