Wetlook World Forum

I can relate to the forbidden fruit.  Like Barry, I inherited a wetlook fetish from my Dad.  In fact, I share some of my collection with my Dad, but there are some differences in preferences between my Dad and me.  However, Mom and Dad weren't my issue.  When I was four years old, my parents moved, and they brought my Grandma along (that would be Mom's mom).  Two years later, my Mom and Dad split up and Dad moved to another state, and Mom worked full time.  This left me with Grandmother.  Where do I start with this one?  What Barry said in his post about his mom also applied for my grandmother, and with her anti-wetlook is an understatement!  Like Barry's mom, my grandmother's obsession was wet socks, which is why I think wet socks are the best part of wetlook.

This is how obsessive my grandmother was about it.  While I was at school, she would search my room for wet clothes.  If she found any, I'd be grounded.  I thought my wet clothes would be out of sight between my mattress and the box spring, but I was as wrong as wrong could be!  That resulted in a grounding.  When I would come inside from being with my friends, I would have to take off my shoes so she could feel my socks in order to make sure they were dry enough.  If they didn't meet her approval, I would be grounded.  When I was in grade six, part of the school playground flooded and my classmates went to jump in the ankle deep puddle still wearing their shoes and socks.  I went to join, but the teacher stopped me.  He said "Sorry, your grandmother called the school and told us you're not allowed to get wet."  One night at supper, Grandmom said "I saw the most horrible thing today."  Then when Mom asked what it was, Grandma said "I was on the bus and I saw a woman walking along the street in her white socks in the rain.  It was just awful."  Of course I was thinking "Why, oh why, did I have to be in school today?"  If she saw other kids playing in the water in their clothes, she would totally freak out.

At the time, I saw everybody else getting wet in their clothes, not getting in trouble, and having a great time doing it!  I thought I was missing out on life, and the more I thought I was missing out on life, the stronger my urge for wetlook became.  When I was 13 years old my grandmother finally moved to another state, but I didn't start to immediately enjoy wetlook.  Than it was just my Mom and me, and my Mom didn't care whether or not I got wet.  It wasn't an issue with her as long as I did my own laundry.

The first encounter that I remember was that I was at swimming pool and two older girls jumped in the pool wearing white ankle socks and swimsuits.  They were at the 10 foot (3m) deep end of the pool and they were holding on to the wall talking to each other.  I had goggles on so I was swimming underwater to because I couldn't get enough of it.  I was 10 or 11 years old at the time.

The second time I can remember was while watching the news.  They were covering the Boulder Polar Bear Club, which at the time consisted of only two fat hairy guys.  Two women walked by (both blondes, probably in their early 20s), and the two guys convinced them to jump in with them.  The two girls stripped down and they wore white slouch socks, white panties, and white T-shirts.  Then they jumped in the water.  I think I was 12 at the time and that's about the time I remember wetlook and sexuality being linked for me.