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"What was your first Wetlook Experience?"
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What was your first experience of wetlook and when?
For me it was when I was 11 years old. I came home from School just outside Blackpool with flea bites. My mum made me get into the bath in my full school uniform, i sat down and was totally immersed fully into the water. I loved the feel of the wet clothes and have been doing it for nearly 50 years since.
In early years I could only use old clothes, sometimes I'd crossdress as it was the only clothes available. I still take baths regularly both in my own clothes and crossdressed. I find it total relaxation and it feels like your being hugged as all your wet clothes cling to you.
I wanted to get wet in public but alas I never learned to swim so missed out at the school swimming lessons where you swam both in pyjamas and then in your clothes. I've been baptised a few times as well.
For me it was when I was 11 years old. I came home from School just outside Blackpool with flea bites. My mum made me get into the bath in my full school uniform, i sat down and was totally immersed fully into the water. I loved the feel of the wet clothes and have been doing it for nearly 50 years since.
In early years I could only use old clothes, sometimes I'd crossdress as it was the only clothes available. I still take baths regularly both in my own clothes and crossdressed. I find it total relaxation and it feels like your being hugged as all your wet clothes cling to you.
I wanted to get wet in public but alas I never learned to swim so missed out at the school swimming lessons where you swam both in pyjamas and then in your clothes. I've been baptised a few times as well.
It's always a fascinating question, how did it start for you. For me it was and remains seeing people, mainly girls, thrown in the pool fully clothed. A bit later I saw a man or maybe it was a boy climbing out in trousers and shirt and I found it just as interesting. I was probably about 8.
I thought it was all just brilliant and I yearned to be thrown in myself, imagining the clothes I'd be wearing and what it would feel like. But the predominant feeling was shame. I read someone's comment on this aspect recently and it chimed with my experience of not wanting anyone to know how excited I was by seeing people humiliated by being dunked into water and having to deal with their wet clothes. The more clothed they were, the more unprepared they were the better.
As a child, rather than seeking out the experience (ffs how hard is it really to get yourself thrown in a pool?) I didn't really think I could deal with the shame I'd feel so the experiences I've had have mainly been solitary. But certainly from a young age I'd be in the bath or a river at every available opportunity.
I thought it was all just brilliant and I yearned to be thrown in myself, imagining the clothes I'd be wearing and what it would feel like. But the predominant feeling was shame. I read someone's comment on this aspect recently and it chimed with my experience of not wanting anyone to know how excited I was by seeing people humiliated by being dunked into water and having to deal with their wet clothes. The more clothed they were, the more unprepared they were the better.
As a child, rather than seeking out the experience (ffs how hard is it really to get yourself thrown in a pool?) I didn't really think I could deal with the shame I'd feel so the experiences I've had have mainly been solitary. But certainly from a young age I'd be in the bath or a river at every available opportunity.
I think it was one winter when I was 11 probably, I wore my winter school blazer with shirt and tie and then had a shower since then, I am only into suit, shirt and tie when it comes to wet look experience.
When I was teenager in the early 80's and I was home alone I would wear clothes in the shower, plug the tub and sit in it while the water filled up around me. I started out in just regular underwear and t-shirts then moved to other clothes, even wear jogging pants in the shower once. That's when I came to love the feel of wet clothes on me!
My first wetlook experience
Once I was in the gay scene with my buddy. He was in his punk outfit, I was dressed all in leather with heavy boots. On the way back to the car, my buddy wet me in my tight leather jeans. He let his natural champagne run over the waistband into my tight leather jeans. That encouraged me to run it too. The wet ran into the boots. He kneaded my jeans bulge until I could no longer. I surrendered to the lust and had to hose down. Luckily the leather jeans hid that I was wet. Only when running could you hear that my boots were wet. My boots were filled with our natural sparkling wine. We went to his house and he ran water in his hot tub so I could take a bath. When I wanted to undress, my buddy held me back. He asked me to get into the tub fully clad in boots. I did what he asked. I wasn't even allowed to take off my leather jacket. "I'll be right there, relax until I get back," he said. After 5 minutes he was back. He was now dressed all in black. Black skinny jeans with a black hoodie and combat boots. A wide, three-row studded belt rounded off his outfit. He looked so cute. So he got in the tub next to me and said, "You had your fun, now it's my turn..." He pulled my hard cock out of its hiding spot and sat on top of me. He had actually cut a hole in his jeans.... My cock slid into his hole on its own. He had smeared it liberally with Vaseline. It didn't take us long. He came first and squirts his load in his jeans. I squirted into his tight ass with such force that it made me dizzy, even though I had come 40 minutes ago. This horny experience triggered my fetish. Since then I've had my best orgasms fully clothed and wet or covered with other slimy substances.
Once I was in the gay scene with my buddy. He was in his punk outfit, I was dressed all in leather with heavy boots. On the way back to the car, my buddy wet me in my tight leather jeans. He let his natural champagne run over the waistband into my tight leather jeans. That encouraged me to run it too. The wet ran into the boots. He kneaded my jeans bulge until I could no longer. I surrendered to the lust and had to hose down. Luckily the leather jeans hid that I was wet. Only when running could you hear that my boots were wet. My boots were filled with our natural sparkling wine. We went to his house and he ran water in his hot tub so I could take a bath. When I wanted to undress, my buddy held me back. He asked me to get into the tub fully clad in boots. I did what he asked. I wasn't even allowed to take off my leather jacket. "I'll be right there, relax until I get back," he said. After 5 minutes he was back. He was now dressed all in black. Black skinny jeans with a black hoodie and combat boots. A wide, three-row studded belt rounded off his outfit. He looked so cute. So he got in the tub next to me and said, "You had your fun, now it's my turn..." He pulled my hard cock out of its hiding spot and sat on top of me. He had actually cut a hole in his jeans.... My cock slid into his hole on its own. He had smeared it liberally with Vaseline. It didn't take us long. He came first and squirts his load in his jeans. I squirted into his tight ass with such force that it made me dizzy, even though I had come 40 minutes ago. This horny experience triggered my fetish. Since then I've had my best orgasms fully clothed and wet or covered with other slimy substances.
I was about 12 and we were on holidays with another family. Their girl, slightly older, wanted to go swimming and she let her t-shirt on. She encouraged to let mine on, too 
She went into the lake, her white t-shirt looked well and I could see her stiff nipples. This let me get a real boner, which was pleasant and embarrassing at the same time 
So I went into the water, enjoyed the clinging fabric of my shirt and ever since the I like getting wet in clothes and shoes (without shoes, the fun isn't the same). And muddy. And slimy. I also enjoy seeing men wet/muddy/gunged, even more than women, but still have to test to enjoy the fun with a man.
She went into the lake, her white t-shirt looked well and I could see her stiff nipples. This let me get a real boner, which was pleasant and embarrassing at the same time So I went into the water, enjoyed the clinging fabric of my shirt and ever since the I like getting wet in clothes and shoes (without shoes, the fun isn't the same). And muddy. And slimy. I also enjoy seeing men wet/muddy/gunged, even more than women, but still have to test to enjoy the fun with a man.
I had the same wetlook experiences as everyone growing up. Getting splashed by puddle water, water fight stuff like that. But when I was 17 I wanted to try getting wet for real. I put on some nice underwear and got wet. It turned me on so much. I had the most amazing orgasm ever. So next time I tried shorts and a shirt. Even better. Every time I get a chance to get wet I get soaked and I love it. I wanna try jeans but I still live at home and don't really wanna explain that to the parents.
I had wanted to get dunked ever since I saw guys my age dunked the previous year, and when I was allowed to bike to the county fair on my own I wore the jeans/teeshirt I would eventually get dunked in, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I was 13 and already liked seeing other guys wearing jeans for their dunkings.
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