I'm sure that many of us have real-life memories of seeing wetlook.

It can be a thoroughly intoxicating experience.

In some circumstances, you cannot really take part in what is going on. I was a married parent and committed to looking after my child, so chose not to be drawn in. Much though I would have liked to!

And, it is important to add, I was always discreet in my private enjoyment and respectful of those involved.

One example of what I mean is my memory of a gym I used to attend. This is located at a holiday caravan site and is open to the general public together with caravan owners and visitors.

I used to work the exercise bike for an hour, and then change out of my sweaty things into a fresh t-shirt and trunks. Then I went into the sauna. It was rarely very busy, but no one even seemed to notice my slightly unconventional dress. Except on a couple of occasions when some lads challenged me.

"What are you wearing a t-shirt in here for?" one of them demanded to know.

"It keeps me cool for longer after a cold shower!" I replied convincingly.

"Oh! Good idea!" he said, looking slightly bemused but sounding satisfied with this explanation.

The best time was during the summer holidays when the site employed numerous temporary members of staff. They were usually happy to chat and I got onto friendly terms with them. One afternoon, at the end of her shift, one young lady changed into her bikini and appeared with a vest and shorts over it, before joining me in the sauna. As I have said, I did not feel able to try to get on any more friendly terms at that time, but it was nice to share this experience and see her coming back into the cabin after a shower. I loved the idea that she must have noted my t-shirt and decided to do something similar!

On weekend afternoons during the summer they used to put floats and a raft into the pool for the kids. The sauna was right next to the pool, and the glass door overlooked the steps leading down into the water. A member of staff went into the pool when the raft was there. They told me that this was for health and safety reasons, to ensure that no one got trapped underneath. The attendant used to stand beside the raft and watch over everyone climbing on and jumping off. Now, this is the best bit. They always kept their kit on. The attendants used to wear yellow t-shirts and red cotton/ polyester shorts. Some of the girls used to wear red skirts instead of shorts, which were almost knee-length. One of them told me after I had innocently commented to her that she was wet through, that they had to wear their tops in the pool so that they were recognisable as staff.

I would finish in the gym twenty minutes or so before the session with the raft began. Most weeks it was one of the lads that went into the water. Sometimes even two lads did. They would leave the girl (if there was one on duty) at the cash desk!

Occasionally, it was one of the young ladies who would disappear into the changing area when the raft was brought out. Then she would reappear, minus shoes and socks! Then you knew for sure that she was going in! She always had a swimsuit on, under her t-shirt. Sometimes the girls kept their shorts on too. A couple of times one of them reappeared still with her skirt on! This only happened twice, though, over several years! But it was a lovely outfit to get wet!

They would splash down the steps, with the water lapping against their kit. They could stand at the shallow end of the raft, which was a little over waist deep or wade further down. At the shallow end, the girl's t-shirt was still mostly dry, and it would gradually become speckled and wetter as bathers jumped and splashed around. Sometimes she would dip herself in, up to her shoulders, and the lines of her costume showed through the yellow top.

One week I overheard a conversation. A new member of staff had failed to bring her swimming costume. The senior attendant was not happy. I heard him say to her that he had needed her to into the pool. He asked her, instead, to sit on the side of the pool next to where the raft was. She did not look at all pleased. This was because the raft was anchored about five feet out from the tiles, and people were jumping off in all directions. Whenever someone landed in the water near where she sat, their splashes went over the side. It was fairly obvious that she was likely to get quite wet sitting there, swimsuit or no swimsuit.

I settled onto a lounger nearby. Sorry!

This unfortunate individual endeavored to keep her eyes on everyone but was obviously wary of getting splashed. She wriggled a couple of feet to one side or the other, whenever someone nearby was about to jump off the raft. But the tiles around her were getting quite wet; they glistened under the lights and she didn't want to sit on the damp. Every couple of minutes she winced as she collected more heavy drops, trying to brush them off her shorts. Then someone belly-flopped into the water at her feet, and any chance of her staying dry was lost. After half an hour or so of this, including another heavily built belly flopper, she was relieved by one of the lads going into the pool. It was obvious that she was soaked through right down her front. She went off to change. I'm sure that she remembered to bring her costume the next week. I think that the boss did this to her quite deliberately.

Another time, it was two lads who minded the raft. One was in the pool and the other on the side, throwing buckets of water over the raft and the people climbing on it! Everyone loved this! The girl on duty was left at the front desk, but she was obviously interested in seeing the fun that her colleagues were having! She kept leaving the desk, checking behind her that there was no one waiting to be served. She approached the poolside, moving closer towards the attendant with the bucket, before checking back that the desk was still clear. She had everything on, a red skirt, t-shirt, socks, and trainers but clearly no swimsuit. She approached her colleague, laughing, trying to catch his eye, and clearly wanting to join in! He ignored her at first, and she returned to the front desk.

This happened again a couple more times before she left the cash desk and walked more purposefully around the pool, right up to the lad with the bucket. He was still throwing water over the raft! He was soaked through, having been in and out of the pool with his colleague. He pretended to empty the bucket towards her, and she dodged back from him. Then she stepped forwards again, as he was bending down to fill his bucket from the pool. He swung around and flung the whole lot right over her. She screamed and laughed, but didn't even flinch, staying right where she was as he filled the bucket again. It seemed to me to be very clear that she wanted him to do this and she was making this very obvious. Just standing there, it seemed that she asking to get a good soaking!

The lad fully obliged her by emptying the bucket over her head. She ran past him towards the back of the pool area, giving her the disadvantage that she now had to go past him again in order to return to her workstation. She stood a few feet from him, giggling as he waited for her, the full bucket dangling from his hand. She crept slowly along the wall but didn't try to avoid what was coming, as he sloshed the water right over her. She squelched along back, with water dripping off her skirt which flapped around her legs and with her top clinging to her.

I was standing outside the sauna and this was the occasion when I remarked to her on how wet she was. She explained why the staff had to wear their kit in the pool, but she did not really say how she had come to get so wet at all, as she was really supposed to be at the front desk. I think that she enjoyed her shift that day!

The staff were quite relaxed about what bathers wore in the pool, and I think with it being a holiday site some patrons either didn't have regulation swimwear or chose to keep something on over it. Every now again you would see bathers in gym tops, occasionally leggings and sometimes t-shirts. Not often, but once every few weeks. This was very nice.