Here is my second attempt to describe a prelude to wetlook. Hope it is not to long. Feedback of all kind is appreciated

This "episode" happened a few weeks ago, before the corona lock down. The company I work for should have a stand at an exhibition that should take place at a hotel near the airport in Oslo.
Working on a exhibition stand all day was not my favorite kind of job, but luckily it was not very often we had to this. Since this was a business to business exhibition it was expected that we kept a certain dress code. We did not have any "uniforms" luckily, so each had to dress their best within normal business dress code.
A few days before the exhibition I got a new satin blouse in the mail that I had bought online. It was in a wonderful blue color with diamond like buttons. It was in an amazing silky satin quality and felt wonderful to wear. It fit perfectly over my boobs and shoulders, and would be perfect for the office and business meetings. It was therefore a natural choice for this exhibition as I knew from experience that wearing satin would draw some extra attention, at least from the male part of the visitors. I decided to go all the way and match the blouse with a black satin skirt and a black blazer in a wool blend, since a blouse only often would be to cold in a exhibition hall.
The day for the exhibition arrived, it did not start until 10 o'clock, so I would have plenty of time in the morning. As soon as the alarm bell rang I slid out of my satin bed sheets and went into the bathroom. I felt a tingling anticipation by the thought of wearing the new satin blouse and skirt among all those new people. Normally I am quite alone when it comes to wearing satin blouses in the office, so I guessed it wouldn't be much different there. As I stood in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, seeing the light from the roof lamp reflect in the lilac satin of my PJ's letting my hands glide over my breasts and tummy, the feeling of anticipation growing to a sexual arousal. My nipples was so hard and poked through the satin of my PJ's. I took both hands and cupped my breasts as I squeezed my nipples, massaging them through the satin. I immediately felt the tingling reaction down in my PJ pants. I could feel the warm wetness building up from inside, and as I rubbed my crotch through my pants, I felt the slippery warm moisture soaking the satin.
I undid my hair bun and went over to the shower and opened for the water. I adjusted the faucet from shower head to "rain" function. When the water was warm I stepped under, still in my satin PJ's. The pleasure of the feeling of stepping under the shower clothed, is still as intense after all the years I have done this. How can anyone not like this?
Seeing the color change of the satin, feeling it cling to my body is highly erotic. I poured some shampoo into my hands and started washing my hair, making lots of foam. Before rinsing the shampoo out, I took the foam and smeared it over the front of my PJ, enjoying the feeling of wet soapy satin. I will not go into further details here, but let's just say I had a good start of the day
After finishing in the shower and doing on my make-up and hair, it was time to get dressed. I put on blue satin and lace bra and matching panties and black nylon pantyhose. I slid into my black satin skirt and my new blue blouse and finished off with a black wide belt. I watched myself in the mirror as i adjusted the blouse and skirt. I really liked this blouse, the buttons shining like small diamonds. I thought the blue satin and the red in my hair complimented each other. I let the hand slide over the front of my blouse and over my arms. I loved how the fabric felt on my skin, like a light silky touch. My nipples was poking through the bra and blouse, I was starting to get horny again and the urge to go under the shower again fully dressed like this came as strong wave pushing me towards the shower cubicle. I could not resist and went into the shower and put my hand of the faucet. My heart was beating faster and harder and I felt the familiar tingling sensation in my panties. God I was so close to opening the faucet and let the water embrace my satin outfit in a warm wet hug. This was crazy! I would be late for the opening of the exhibition. I reluctantly went out of the shower and found my blazer that I put on along with a down coat and leather boots that almost went up to my knee, before heading for the door.

At the exhibition hall I met my colleagues and greeted them. It was Tom and Harald which were both in their 50thies both impeccable dressed in dark gray suits and white shirts. Along with them was Lise which was in her late 40ties. She was wearing a black jacket and pants and a white top underneath. Nothing to exiting, but that was typically her. Tom complimented me on my outfit, he often did that when I was wearing satin, I had wondered if he had a thing for it.
The hours went by, many people came by our stand and wanted to talk about our products, also many existing customers. The majority was men and I could not help but notice that I got quite a few looks, that is most of the looks started at my blouse and skirt, before reaching my eyes.
I between all the well-dressed men in suits, I noticed a woman visiting a stand on the opposite of our, She must have been around 50, was dressed in a black pinstriped suit with red belt and a matching hand bag. She had beautiful black hair that went down to her shoulders and looked to be very fit. She was a beautiful woman, and she knew she looked good. What really caught my attention was her gorgeous cream silk blouse that hung loosely over her full breasts. The bisexual side of me kicked in and I could not help following her with my eyes as she talked to some guys on the other stand. I was interrupted by a group of people that entered our stand and I had to attend them and answer their questions. I had almost forgotten about this other women, as she suddenly appeared in front of me. She looked even better up close, I could feel the smell of her heavy perfume, see the reflections of light from the lamps on the stand, playing on the shiny silk of her blouse as she moved. I was caught by surprise, so I was a bit off balance when she said hello. I quickly regained my composure and smiled at her. We started talking, the topic were the same as for any other visitor to our stand. I could not help looking at her silk blouse, she was amazing. The type of business woman you sometime meet, so perfect, so full of confidence it almost seems intimidating. I could not avoid noticing that her eyes wandered over my outfit more than once. As we talked, I drifted off in my mind, picturing the two us making out under the shower dressed as we were right now. Seeing the cream silk of her blouse plastered to her breasts, her suit glistening in its wetness. I thought of how it would be to embrace her in a deep kiss feeling the silky wet blouses sliding against each other. Just the thought sent signals of arousal around my body, my heart started beating harder and I had problems concentrating on what she said. I knew exactly what I would do when I came home; I would get soaking wet in the very same clothes I was wearing now. This just added to my arousal and the familiar feeling of wetness spread in my satin panties. I was glad I was wearing a jacket, because my nipples were so hard and was poking through the double layer of satin that covered them. I wondered if she could see how aroused I was, she did not show any sign of that and I did not have the guts to explore if she was up to anything after the exhibition either.
After a very pleasant conversation, unfortunately only business related, she left our stand. I looked at her as she left, and cursed my lack of skills when it came to getting in touch with people on a more personal level. Still, the thought of getting wet in my clothes when I came home gave me some comfort. It made me feel even more aware of how I looked, made me feel more sexy in my outfit.
At 8 o'clock in the evening I entered the front door to my apartment. I was exhausted. I took of my down coat and boots and went into the bathroom and opened for the water in my bath tub. While waiting for the tub to fill, I went in to the living room where I poured myself a glass of red wine. I sat down in the sofa and put my feet on the table as i took a sip of the wine. It felt great! Both the sip of the wine and to be able to sit down. I thought of the woman I had met today, what was she doing now? Laying in her bathtub fully clothed with a glass of red wine in her hand? The image that appeared in my mind sent a wave of arousal through my body. I looked down on my blouse and skirt, letting a hand slide over my breasts and tummy, further down to my crotch. I put the wine glass on the table and lay back in the sofa, one hand cupping my breast outside my blouse while playing with the hard nipple poking through the satin, the other hand rubbing the silky skirt against my crotch. I was really getting started now. I moaned in pleasure as I thought of me and the other woman sharing a large bath tub fully clothed as we were dressed today. Kissing, fondling each other outside the wet clothes.
I was more than ready to get my outfit wet, soaking wet!
I went back into the bathroom, there was water enough in the tub for me to start my little own private wet look session. I lifted my skirt as I stepped over the edge of the tub and set my foot in the water. The water felt silky warm against my pantyhose clad legs. As I had both feet in the water I straightened out my skirt and sat down in the corner of the tub. This moment just before I will soak an outfit is so filled with anticipation and arousal, I love this moment. Thinking on how many people have seen me in these clothes. What they would think if they saw me now. I looked down at my blouse and skirt, I loved how the satin reflects the light, how the reflection changes as I move. I let a hand slide over my arm, feeling the silkiness of the fabric, then I sat down on my knees in water.The lower part of my skirt got wet. I loved this part, slowly getting wetter and wetter. I took the shower head and started spraying my skirt, the drumming sound of the water hitting the fabric is for me erotic. I directed to spray upwards to my blouse, spraying my right breast. Loved how the fabric changed color and got a different shine to it. I continued spraying my arm feeling the warm water soaking my blouse, it looked and felt amazing when wet! I sprayed down my blouse soaking myself almost completely. Loved how this outfit looked when wet, imagine wearing this in public.
I let the shower head sink into the water and lay down on my back, soaking the back of my blouse. I let out a sigh, this was heaven, so relaxing, so arousing. Encased in a second skin of wet satin, I let my hand slide over my breasts and skirt, caressing the wet satin as I felt my arousal increase. I opened a few buttons in my blouse. She should have seen me now, the woman I met today. What if she came through my bathroom door now and found me fully clothed in the tub. I opened a few buttons more in my blouse and pulled down my bra, so that my breasts almost fell out. The feeling og the wet blouse directly on my nipples made them so hard and I used my fingers to massage them through the fabric at the same time as I rubbed my crotch through the skirt. I could still remember the smell of her perfume from earlier today. I wish I had complemented her on her blouse.perhaps our conversation would have developed into something more than business. Perhaps she would have layed here in my arms in her suit and blouse. Just the thought made me even more aroused and I pulled up the skirt and my pantyhose down..

I think I will stop here and leave the rest of the story to your imagination