Hi All,

First of all, thank you all for your love, support and inspiration. The UMD community is one of those things in my life that is a pure joy thanks to you!

Now, on to something that so many people have been asking... to tell some of my wetlook stories. And yes, I have many, many of them going back to the early 70's as a preteen. I have been very hesitant to do so for many reasons: I was very young for many of them, too young to post here; I somehow feel that telling stories that involve other people is somehow invading their privacy even though I can change names, dates, places, etc and I really wish to keep those memories private; but mostly because I will one day when I have more time to do so. A few of them, anyway!

But this one is special. This story is a very intimate look into my current private wetlook fetish life and one I decided to share after editing the video and looking at the still pictures. The dress, the event, the emotion, the story, all perfectly sum up why, after over 50 years, wetlook has been and will continue to be a huge part of my private life. Here is the story. See if you can tell why I decided to share this particular one!

As I write this, and as many of you know, I am 60 years old. When I was 54, I retired from the public workforce where I ran other people's companies and started investing in and starting my own companies. That is how I met my Baby (MaddysBaby here on the UMD) and we started that process. In the Spring of 2020, we applied for and received a license to start a processing facility that is now located in this states' third largest city about an hour away from our new home. In February of this year (2021) that facility opened and there was a grand celebration.

At a fine restaurant, all the investors, owners, managers and employees and their spouses, significant others and friends all met, ate, drank and celebrated in grand style. Throughout the evening, well over 30 people attended, all finely dressed. I purchased a beautiful retro black professional dress specifically for this occasion. I dressed at 5, left at 6, sat down at 7, and we did not leave until 1 in the morning. My Baby stayed overnight to help with the opening the next day and I drove home, got everything ready, and stepped into the shower.

So I wore this outfit for a full 8 hours in front of everyone knowing perfectly well that an hour and a half later, I was going to soak the hell out of it when I got home. That alone is an extreme turn on and one I find incredibly erotic. Not only did they see me in this dress, but they had no idea that I was to use it later to indulge in my fetish. Why is this such a turn on to me? Because all they saw was the dress, hose and heels. No one, not even My Baby, knew what was underneath.

Within minutes of stepping into that shower, you could see the tell tale signs of not only what I was wearing underneath, but was I was not. I sat with my back against the wall, crouched down with my heels dug into the side of the tub and my back against the shower wall so it looked like I was sitting on an imaginary chair. I used a hand held attachment to slowly soak the entire outfit from my shoulders all the way down to my heels. As each inch got wet, the glistening black fabric began to reveal what was underneath... a black waist cincher under a lace trimmed slip, garters, stockings, panties and no bra. That's right! I sat there all evening in front of dozens and dozens of people not wearing a bra, wearing all those sexy undergarments and lingerie, and no one ever suspected.

Wet clothes steal a woman's privacy. They show everything, from sexy lingerie to a woman's real curves, her breasts, nipples and more, all while fully dressed. Everything we try so hard to hide becomes obvious. What we cover becomes known. What our secrets are become public. If you are lucky enough to see it. And you can.

And not just because of all the above, but there are many more reasons that this is a very special soaking. As many of you know, I very often have an orgasm during my wetlook sessions. I very rarely film them, and I did not film the orgasm I had in this outfit, but I kept certain things in the video, and the following photos, that I normally edit out... the squirming as I get close to orgasm, moans and groans that I usually edit out as I get close to orgasm, all without touching anything. Just the idea of soaking that outfit which was seen by well over 100 people, the idea that they had no idea what I was going to do in it later that night, and the fact that I could see my lingerie, see the water pour over that black dress stealing my curves, feel that warm water hit my clothed breasts, my panties, and my stockinged legs. All that water, all that cling, all that shine, dammit it turns me on!

I filmed this very intimate moment in my fetish life. You get to see it. You get to know what I did earlier that day in that very outfit. And yes, in this scene, you actually see half my face. I decided to leave that scene in. I wanted people to see the expression on my face. I wanted everyone to know why I get my clothing wet. That look, that quick look at my face says it all. This is a fetish. This is MY fetish. This turns me on. I get my clothes wet because it is relaxing, because it is decadent, and because it turns me the fuck on!

So people always ask me to share my stories. Here is one, a recent one. I bought a dress specifically to wear in front of hundreds of people, dozens of my personal friends, investors, fellow owners, managers, employees and strangers, just so I could go home, soak it all, and orgasm in the bottom of a tub half filled with warm water knowing that they will never know what was underneath, what was not, and what my fetish is. They were a part of my orgasm and never knew it. My secret. My fetish life... they saw it all without seeing a thing.

And that is what wetlook is to me... my decadent, relaxing, sexual turn on that I can share with hundreds of people even when no one is there. Now you get to see it, be a part of it, and hopefully, you girls will slip that finger down your panties and you boys will pull it out.

Happy orgasms everyone!

Madeline