In my last post I wrote about my wetlook origin story. How it evolved, and about my first experience in a tub fully clothed. The story ended with me discovering the fetish aspect of it, after finding a wetlook website. In this post I will tell you more about this discovery, and how I entered the fetish world of wetlook.

Me discovering this world happened by a coincidence while I was sitting at home and working on a school project. I was searching for some pictures on google to being used in a report. One hit happened to be a picture of a woman sitting in a jacuzzi while wearing a white t-shirt. The t-shirt was completely soaked and see-through, and her breasts would have been clearly visible if it had not been for the graphic logo on the front. While I really enjoyed the look, I did not find it anything special. Wet white t-shirt was in my opinion very "mainstream". Something I had seen on many occasions. It just was not part of my special interest of wet clothing. And so is it also today, except when it is combined with some other fitting clothes like for example a pair of jeans. However, the picture left me very curious, and I dared to follow the link to its website.

What I then saw hit me like thunder, but in a good way. A picture of a woman walking along the beach, wearing a long tight black dress that was completely soaked. Most likely because she just had gone swimming wearing it. And by the smile on her face, you could clearly see that this was something she enjoyed. There were many more pictures on the website. Fully clothed women in pools, tubs, showers, and every place one could get wet. And they all shared the same smile on their faces as the woman on the beach. I noticed the word "wetlook" all over the website. A term that was unknown for me, but I did exactly know what it meant. And it also meant that getting your clothes wet for pleasure and fun was an actual thing.

The experience left me shocked, but excited. It felt like I had done and seen something forbidden. A strong naughty feeling. The same feeling as when young boys read an adult magazine for the first time, afraid of getting caught. But this was just for something silly as seeing people getting their clothes wet. What was so forbidden about that? And why did I feel so strong emotions about it? Like the explosion of pleasure during my first fully clothed bath. It was clearly something more than just liking it for fun and laugh.

My exploration continued, and on a later event I discovered an interesting article on The Sun. A lifestyle article featuring three different women who all talked about their passion for getting their clothes wet. One of them especially made a great impression. A woman in her late 30's who was actually going for a bath during the interview. The whole scene was described in full detail. Starting with her putting on her nicest dress, a tight silky black one with white accents. Putting on her makeup and doing her hair. And as a final touch, some nice jewellery. She was indeed ready for the finest party, all nicely dressed up. But there was no party this evening. She had other plans.

The article described her entering the bathroom with a lot of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The same fluttering feeling I felt when I entered the bathroom before my first fully clothed bath. She climbed into the tub and got fully submerged. This was what she had planned for the whole evening. The dress got very tight and clingy, showing her nice figure. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. A feeling I knew for sure from my own bath. I could almost feel it again while reading. It made my body tingle, and I was longing for a fully clothed bath.

The article continued with her talking about her feelings for it. How erotic it was, and that it made her feel very sexy. How she liked to try different outfits, where dressing up was an important part for building up excitement. The nicer the outfit is, the better it is she explained. I could totally relate. The whole preparation before a fully clothed bath is almost as exciting as the bath itself.

With these two experiences, I finally got an understanding of what this was all about. The first one taught me that getting your clothes wet was something many people did for fun, and that it was a thing. The second one taught me that it was sexual. Something that people did not just do for the pure fun of it, but also to get aroused and feeling sexy. And it all corresponded with my own feelings. Being young and inexperienced, I simply had no way of understanding it until now. I finally got words to describe my own feelings, and I started to evolve sexually. Despite it was not a young boy reading adult magazines in secret