WETLOOK WHY GET WET AT ALL

WHY GET WET AT ALL?

For most people, the wetlook fetish is likely to be a mystery. If you hang around a popular open-air swimming facility, such as a fountain, or a popular coastal beach for long enough on a warm. Dry summer’s day, you may well see people going for a swim / emersion with some or all of their clothes on. You may even hear people around you chummering and tutting about how foolish it is to go into the water dressed. Some observers will find it disgusting as well as eccentric.

It is most likely that the people, who are getting wet in their clothes, are children. They mayor may not have parental permission and approval for their action. Look closely, and you will also see some children who wish to go and join in with such fun being prevented from doing so by their parents. Such children will be told to either stay away from the water, or only to go in wearing ordinary swimwear. The children will look very disappointed.

It is these children in later years, as grown ups, who will remember such disappointment, and consider doing what Mummy and Daddy stopped them from doing all those years back.

For many people, holidays have always been an excuse for buying new clothes. People like to be seen looking at their best in front of one another. Children find themselves pressed into suits and given strict orders to avoid getting them wet, messy or creased. This often means that the child has a problem finding things to do, which won’t muck up an outfit. Many parents neglect to buy a child old clothes that the child can freely ruin and mess up as much as they like. It is a great shame.

A further puritanical restraint we face in our formative years is parental hostility to puddle jumping. A child in Wellington boots, or even ordinary shoes, may well feel a desire to splash around in puddles left by a shower of rain. To the parent, eager to get home before it rains again, and in desire for the child to keep dry and clean, such practice often has to be stopped.

In hindsight, the liberated adult remembers the things that s/he was not supposed to do.

The sight of someone swimming fully dressed may well remind someone of how they wanted to do such a thing in their own past. The compulsion to do so may well resurface. Perhaps an accidental soaking, such as getting caught in the rain on the way home from an appointment, might trigger such a reminder.

Inevitably, the taboo about ruining (even temporarily) the clothes you are wearing gets associated with other puritanical restraints. A parent may well be eager to limit the young person’s associations with more mischievous members of the opposite sex. The sight, for a man, of a woman who gets wet in her clothes without showing any shame or guilt, can be highly erotic an evocative even without the factor of how the material clings to her frame.

Psychologically, the embracing of the wetlook fetish is a

Reaction against repressed memories.

How did it start for me personally?

I was on holiday with my parents in the early 1970’s. I was about eleven. I took a swim in the holiday camp pool. I was alone, but I was wearing ordinary swimwear. The outdoor pool was open, but warning signs reminded people that as the lifeguards were off duty anyone swimming after 6 PM did so at their own risk.

Beside the main Olympic sized pool, in which I swam around, there was a shallow paddling pool. I suddenly found that I had company. A young girl, little older than myself, was wading in the paddling pool. She still wore her polka-dot dress, which she hitched up to her thighs to keep it dry. She walked and I swam. We moved parallel to each other. The girl’s loud, brash sister, who insisted that she come out of the water, interrupted our conversation. The girl who wouldn’t get her feet wet insisted that she would tell their mother if she didn’t come away immediately. The girl in the water defiantly ignored her and continued chatting with me.

Suddenly however, she slipped, and fell over. She found herself sitting waist deep in the water. Her dress, which she had carefully leapt so dry, was now soaked.

Her Sister threw a tantrum and told her that she was going to be in so much trouble now. The girl looked worried for a moment, and considered getting out of the water. I enjoyed her rebellious company and suggested hat as she was wet already there was no harem in her staying in the water for a bit longer. She relayed this argument to her sister, who objected quite strongly, and stomped off in a huff to tell their mother. My new friend stood up, admired the wet feel of her dress, and plunged down into the main pool to swim around with me for a while. We even took it in turns to go down the slides into the water as we swam around.

Suddenly, our merriment ended. The other girl returned, accompanied by the mother, who was an older version of herself; a humourless battle axe, who insisted that my friend came away with her immediately. I asked the girl if we could meet again, and she agreed that we should. Sadly, we never did, as her Mother made sure that she was kept out of my sight for the remainder of the holiday break. Perhaps she thought I was somehow responsible for the girl’s misbehaviour.

A few year’s later, I saw a wetlook scene in a film, or a TV show. I think it was Susan Saint James playing Rock Hudson’s wife in an episode of police series, Macmillan And Wife. It instantly generated my first sexual fantasy. I began to watch out for every glimpse of women in wet clothing I could find from that evening on. I also took to secretly soaking in my own clothes whenever I could hide the evidence from my own parents. It was a fascination that never left me. I am quite happy to have sexually encounters that don’t involve water too, but wetlook became my true fascination.

Genuine opportunities for me to get wet openly, rather than in private, or secret have been rare. On one holiday, I took a canoe ride on a boating lake. As I climbed out of the canoe, the boat shifted. I found myself in a classic comedy situation, with my hands on the bank, and my feet still in the boat, I hung, totally horizontal, inches above the three-foot deep artificial lake-water. A whole bunch of boisterous, but good-humoured observers started chanting, ‘you’re going in. You’re going in.’ I realise d how right they were and I even cherished the prospect. I increased the thrill by stalling the inevitable as long as possible, and then plunged in with glee. I came up drenched and elated. It was my favourite solo wetlook experience.

I am inherently shy and not particularly attractive as members of the male population go, so sexual relationships of any kind, let alone ones involving wetlook are relatively rare for me. Much of my interest has been restricted to the voyeuristic, though I will join in when opportunity permits it.

I often see people who wish to get wet, being told not to by their friends. Sometimes, a girl is quite willing to get wet in a fountain, or river, but when her friends refrain from wanting to join in, she leaves with them.

For many, getting wet in their clothes is socially shocking as the thought of going skinny-dipping. Peer group pressure is a potent force.

I have noticed however, that if someone does take the plunge into a stream in her skirt and blouse, other women will step forward and venture into the water too. All we need to do is to break the surface tension, not only of the water, but also of our inhibitions.

WETLOOK DEFENSE – Article defending fully clothed swimming fetishism against Puritans who also dislike too little being worn by swimmers. WETLOOK SWIMMING STROKES - The best ways to swim in your clothes WETLOOK CULTURE- A history of the wetlook fetish and its influence on Western art, cinema and music. WETLOOK VARIATIONS - The variety of ways to experiment in getting your clothing wet whilst still wearing it.

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