This has been discussed before but for those of us old enough to remember the days before the internet, wetlook used to be very hard to find. A few quick moments in films and commercials, a few pictures here and there, no way to connect with others who have the same interest. Now we have access to wetlook whenever we want. Some of the images I glance at now from the model sites would have blown my mind 30 years ago. Now I appreciate them but move on quickly looking to see what else is there. I have photo sets from the early days of the internet that I valued like they were a bag of gold at the time, now I have thousands of hours of video at my fingertips.

The main improvement from the internet was the realization that I wasn't alone and that maybe my fetish wasn't so completely weird that I had to keep it totally hidden. I still don't run around telling everyone about it (who does that) but I am much more comfortable with myself and used that to get braver about telling girlfriends, and eventually the woman that became my wife.

Like many others here, I was delighted to find that it really wasn't that hard to talk a woman into getting wet for me. I had girlfriends do it, and my wife occasionally does it for me now. But what I am wondering is how many of you have had the experience of having women who know you, and know your fetish, get wet for you spontaneously?

My own particular wetlook interest is wet and squishing shoes. I do like a woman to get completely soaked but I can be very happy when they simply soak their shoes and socks/hosiery. My personal preference is heels and pantyhose but athletic shoes and socks are still pleasing too.

Women who know me and have come to find out about my fetish (usually through a girlfriend or mutual friend) have occasionally soaked their shoes just to get a rise out of me. These tend be some of my favorite wetlook moments and better than looking at genuinely sexy young models soaking exquisite outfits on a website (don't get me wrong, I love that and plan to keep buying such videos). Here are a couple of quick examples of what I'm talking about:

I was speaking to a coworker/friend who I met through an ex-girlfriend a few years ago, after work in the parking lot. It had rained earlier and there were puddles around but it was clear then. We were just chatting near our cars. Toward the curb there was a sizeable puddle. My friend was wearing pants that day but had on open toe pumps with nylon socks. I probably glanced at the puddle and her feet a couple of times, entertaining a fleeting thought, and she picked up on that. In the mid conversation she simply took a couple of steps right into the puddle. The water came about halfway up her shoes and completely submerged her toes. She smiled and giggled at my reaction (which must have been priceless) and then just stood there talking to me for a another minute or so. Finally, I recovered enough wits to point out that the puddle was deeper "over there." She wade over to the deep spot and the water went up another inch or so. Again she stood there as we talked for a minute or two. I was trying to invent any old thing to say to keep her there longer (I think she realized that because she kept giggling and smirking at me). Finally she pulled her pant legs up at the thighs, stepped out of her shoes directly into the water (over her ankles without her heels on) and tipped her shoes on their sides so they were totally submerged. Then she straightened them back up and stepped back into them. She stepped out of the puddle and her shoes audibly squished as she walked to her car.

Nothing ever came of that, she just wanted to have a bit of fun with me. She was in a relationship and didn't want to date me. She just wanted mess with my head that day and give me a bit of pleasure. I still think about that all the time.

My favorite memory was shortly after college. I rented a place with another single dude who traveled a lot for business. It was a good deal because I got the place to myself a lot. We had a mutual friend who was moving back to town after a brief one-year job that didn't work out too well. She had a new job in town and was looking for a place to rent or buy. She stayed with us for a couple of months during this transition. She knew about my fetish from a college girlfriend.

One day I was out on the porch watering plants that the landlord asked us to keep from dying. She came home from work and walked up the sidewalk to the porch. She saw me with the hose and sprayer and said "uh oh, should I be nervous." I said that I knew she would kill me if I turned it on her in those clothes (she had a nice office outfit: blouse, skirt, pantyhose, slingback pumps with closed toe). She confirmed that she would indeed kill me. I kept watering the plants and she stood there at the bottom of the stairs as we talked. There were two plants on the stairs in pots. I watered the first one and turned the hose across the steps to go to the second one. I could have simply released the handle and stopped the water flow but I didn't and just passed the stream of water close to her feet as I crossed over to the other side. She raised a foot into the path of the water stream and I spritzed her high heel and got her hose a bit wet. I mock admonished her for teasing a lonely single guy. And she said something I'll never forget, "you're right, it's not nice to tease, go ahead and soak my feet." After I finished picking up my jaw, I turned the stream of the hose onto her feet. She never even flinched, I drenched those heels and slowly worked the hose up her pantyhose legs. I asked her to take a few steps and squish her shoes. She did that while I kept the hose on her feet. I was occasionally moving the hose up her legs to re-soak her pantyhose from the knee down and finally got brave enough to catch a bit of her skirt but she stopped me there. We had a drink after while she sat there in her still soaked shoes.

We did end up messing around a bit in the weeks after but it never really went anywhere. She also waded through a puddle in wedge sandals once because she knew I liked it. A different time she went jogging in the rain (made a show of standing at the door and looking out at the pouring rain and then looking back at me before stepping out into it) and when she got back soaked she made a point of not changing and squishing around in her wet running shoes and socks for a while after.

These events are some of my greatest wetlook memories. In the grand scheme of things they weren't that much, they weren't total soakings in my favorite clothes, they weren't gorgeous models, they weren't as long lasting as the purposeful wetlook done by girlfriends or my wife. But the sheer spontaneity of it, the totally unexpected pleasure of those events, made them so great. I'm not sure if others have experienced things like this. Perhaps if the internet had been invented sooner and I had become more comfortable with my fetish earlier in life I would have had more of these kinds of memories.

i *mostly* agree with what you have said, but don't take my *partial* agreement to be bad...

My main disagreement would be my specific interests...

in a similar way, my "perfect moment" is a totally dry lady getting completely submerged, and then surfacing with her hair streaming behind her, with the biggest, purest smile on her face, perhaps some laughter too?

but from this, SO many different variations now. And from the pre-internet days...yes, the feelings of abnormality with NO ONE to confide in (or maybe one or two trusted confidants?)

and dare i say you have FUTURE memories yet to be made???

None of my previous girlfriends knew about my liking of what originally started as wet rain/waterproof/showerproof jackets until a few months into courting my now wife. I just had a feeling that she was then going to be the one i'll be with for a long time and so i told her what i liked. She was absolutely fine with it and was happy to suggest walking in the rain then after a few weeks progressing to wearing a jacket in the bath, and then moved onto food ie custard/cream and has progressed from there.

It wasn't until after approx 5 years of being together she told me she loved those unlined shiny nylon/satin shorts without wearing underwear, she thought i would think she was weird as if! She now is happy wearing both shorts and a jacket happily getting wet whenever she can.

Growing up it was fashion to wear different types of those jackets so i did see many times girls wet in their jackets from the rain, in the summer holidays, waterfights so i was happy keeping my fetish a secret as i was so paranoid someone would work it out and i would feel like a total weirdo. It wasn't till finding some photos/videos online that i then knew i was not alone.