Wetlook World Forum

My introduction to wetlook wasn't actually wetlook at all. I was at the local pool one day when I was nine or ten, swimming with my siblings and some friends, when this stunningly beautiful woman parked her car in the lot and got out wearing a red satin evening gown, long red satin gloves, and heels, hair done fancy, jewelry, makeup...the whole deal. The pool was fenced in, and you had to go inside a building to pay your $1.50 or whatever it the fee was before going through the shower/locker rooms and into the pool area. This formally-dressed woman walked along the fence and I was so surprised to see a woman at the pool dressed like that, even if she was still outside the fence. She entered the building and...I never saw her again. I don't know why she was there. Maybe she was a lifeguard who stopped to show her friends how she looked before she headed off to a wedding or other formal event. I know women do that in other occupations. My sister, for example, stopped at Target to show off to her coworkers before going to her prom.

But the fact that I never saw this woman again left a huge mystery in my head. Her car was still there when I left the pool an hour later, and I think I was probably watching the exit from the women's locker room most of the rest of my time there that day. I know I had lost interest in whatever chasing game my friends were playing when I saw her. I really wanted to know why she came dressed like that. Then, that night, and many nights since then, that woman showed up in my dreams, always dressed the same, but in some dreams, she just sat in the front entry area talking to her friends. In others, she was simply picking something up that she had left in a locker. But in my favorites, she was there to swim, exactly as she was dressed, heels and all. Sometimes she'd come out of the locker room already soaked from the showers. Other times, she'd come out dry and either wade in from the shallow end, dive off the diving board, or do a running cannonball splash into the water. Unlike most women who find themselves wet while wearing clothes, especially nice ones, she was always happy, smiling, and having the time of her life.

I think the fact that I never did see why she was there is the main reason I even realized I like wetlook. My mind took this image of a beautiful woman who no one in a million years would expect to show up at a pool dressed like she was, and ran with it, creating dreams and pictures in my head of what might have happened. That day at the pool, for reasons unknown to me at the time, I desperately wanted to see her in the water, fully dressed, and ever since then, wet formalwear has been my fetish.

So...that's my story of how I learned of my wetlook fetish. Now...for the other three:

I'm also quite smart. Not nearly as smart as I used to be, though. I've had eight concussions. I'm actually a pretty slow thinker now, unfortunately. But I'm still very intelligent, creative, and can figure out things that most people around me don't understand. I definitely agree about the mind getting creative to stave off boredom. I work a pretty mundane job for long hours, and often find myself daydreaming or thinking about all kinds of things to keep me from getting too bored.

I have very little experience with the third point. Well...actually, I've got a lot of experience getting wet while wearing clothes. It just doesn't interest me. However, unlike most people outside our little community, I don't understand why they find wet clothing to be so uncomfortable. I don't particularly like being wet for no reason, but if what I'm doing somehow results in me getting wet, I'm not gonna freak out, and I don't feel the need to complain about discomfort. I don't mind being or getting wet in clothes, it just doesn't interest me. My interest is entirely in the woman or women getting wet.

Your fourth point is the one I've used to try to explain it to former girlfriends: I like having something left to my imagination. I'd much rather see her swimming in her jeans than skinnydipping.