My first wetlook memory occurs somewhere around age 2. (i don't have the best memory anyways, but here goes!)

My parents had a small paddling pool and they must have stored it on it's side when not in use. A heavy storm during the night must have caught the pool with the wind, and then filled it up at least halfway with water. Early the next day i had wandered into the backyard (dressed in clothes) and finding the pool with water, climbed in to enjoy the water.

One distinct memory i have from that, was how i repeatedly did 2 or 3 push-ups for the specific reason of seeing the water draining out of my shirt. I would lower myself down, then look as the water poured out when i lifted myself up. I don't recall if i was discovered or had wandered back inside on my own? I don't recall any punishment, or anything else about the incident...

Of course, there was nothing sexual connected with that event at all. In the following years before i reached puberty, wet clothed scenes on TV/movies were fascinating to me. In particular was numerous Mountain Dew Commercials where fun loving teenagers ended up jumping into creeks, lakes, rivers, etc fully clothed.

The next wet clothed memory that comes to my mind was when i was 10. My neighborhood friend invited me along to a waterpark. I was wearing a speedo (my favored swim attire) under shorts and a t-shirt. My friend was dressed the same. We arrived at the waterpark, and a part of me was thinking about where i would undress and how i would store my clothes. My friend walked right up to the water and jumped in. I don't think he was into wet clothes, he was a little chubby so maybe that was the reason for his choice? But i remember thinking "ok, i can just follow him!" and i enjoyed swimming in my clothes a lot that day!

Wet clothes didn't really connect with my sexuality until * slightly * later. I just now recall the music video "Stuck with You" and thinking OMG, i would * SO * much love to be Huey Lewis swimming fully clothed with that beautiful lady!

Several memories are coming back to me, but the retellings don't really fit with the focus on the main question!

One significant memory i will share was the first time i purposely went swimming "fully clothed" i suppose i use the quotation marks because my attire included short pants... but it did also include shoes and socks. I had moved out of my parents house when i went to college, and late at night, i had sneaked over to the nearby park and quietly slipped into the paddle-boat pond. What a mind altering experience. Finally there i was swimming fully clothed. If only i had a companion to increase enjoyment of the experience?

I suppose it won't hurt to mention this paddle-boat pond is located in Raleigh, North Carolina at a place called Pullen Park. I have written a factual recollection where i did go swimming there with a willing companion, and pretty soon i shall dig that story up and add it to my profile!

Right next door to Pullen Park is North Carolina State University (where i attended college) There was one summer when i took a full time class load, and at least one specific time, i was doing some homework at a picnic table right next to the water's edge. It was a pleasantly warm summer day. I had taken my shoes and socks off to more fully enjoy the weather. Suddenly, the water called to me... GREG! GET IN THIS WATER NOW!

I looked around to see if there might be any witnesses... I had picked out a remote corner of the park to reduce intrusions, and the remoteness would lessen the chance of being discovered. But a slight rumbling sound in the distance indicated the approach of the park train amusement ride. So far (iirc) it would pass by every 10 minutes. I pretended to work on my homework while the train passed by approximately 45ft (15m) from my picnic table, which would be even closer if i had been in the water. The train passed by and i listened as the faded into the distance. A pedestrian wandered by every once in a while, but now the coast was clear!

I carefully stepped over to the waters edge, and into the water. There was a steep concrete bank at first, but i already knew the bottom would only be thigh deep to me. A few steps further and i was at the deepest point a little bit past my waist. I lowered myself down all the way to being completely submerged, and then stood back up.

And there i was, with the water molding my clothes to my body. I stepped back and climbed back out and returned to the picnic table and continued with my homework. The water wasn't calling to me anymore... at least, not until most of it has drained itself from my clothes into small puddles that collected under the picnic table!

I should note that back in the 1990's, the internet was still in its infancy, and "the community" did not exist like it did today. I grew up carrying this dark secret - for mostly unexplained reasons, i was mesmerized by wet clothing. How i feared my dark secret being exposed! Nobody i knew had such a similar inclination, or if they did, we never talked about it! Here today, we discuss the matter and compare notes. This is probably enough from me for now...