My wetlook fetish has been around since I was a teenager, my hormones raging at 15 or 16 every time the girls that hung out with us would decide it was time to swim and didn't have a bathing suit. Sometime it was our covert partying near a local swimming hole when no one else was around, other times it was after going "muddin" on a dirt bike or 4X4 (there's a few stories about girls challenging each other to mud wrestling on those day as well buried in the back of my memories).

More than a couple times, it was teenage girls flirting with the waves at the beach dressed for the morning fog and cool breeze, usually in bell bottom jeans and sweaters, their adventure more a ritual of getting wet slowly until they finally submitted to full submersion. No idea how many times I witnessed a couple chicks in those 70's era striped tight turtlenecks and their well-worn faded bell bottoms playing in the waves, and many times in the hotel pool afterwards.

Young adulthood, with the 18 yr. old drinking age and groups of friends going on adventures to the beach or camping more often than not lead to a mound of wet clothes coming home, or heading to a nearby laundry after some beach fun or a late night pool dip after hitting the bars.

While most of us guys would strip down to just our jeans, the girls wore whatever they had on and it didn't matter if it was shorts and a see through t-shirt or full bell bottoms and a turtleneck sweater. Face it, they were "developing" and wanted to show it off, but feigned "modesty" by keeping their shirts on!

For a while, I dated a redhead - long straight hair and a killer body. The old adage of "rust on the roof means water in the basement" certainly held true with her! By the second year of high school, she went from looking like a rusty fence post to a Playboy model and she knew it. By 16 she'd gone from straight legged boys jeans and oversized t-shirts covered with a large flannel shirt, to being an absolute knockout - aside from school pictures when she'd actually pretty up and put on a dress and get her hair done, she lived in tight jeans and turtlenecks form fitting as a description doesn't even begin to describe it. I never saw her in anything else, even in summer, and she thought nothing of going for a swim dressed like that. (I found out later that because of the red hair and light skin, both she and her older sister had some bad experiences with the sun which was supposedly the reason) After seeing what her sister looked like when she came home after a few years of being away, I figured that there was a streak of exhibitionist in both of them because their bodies in wet clothes sure grabbed attention!!

By the time we hit the legal drinking age she had firmly decided that if she intended to go for a swim, she didn't need to bother using the bathroom to get rid of her beer either! To this day I wonder if that was the excuse for swimming in her clothes even when nobody else was interested, or part of the "tease". Hmmmmm....?