My curiosity and fascination with wetlook was becoming a sexual fetish as I got older. I would often wear my clothes in the shower or the rain and get them wet then masturbate. I was also curious about how women's clothes felt, especially when they got wet. When I had money to spare, I would buy women's clothes and do the same. As part of these wetlook encounters, I would often piss my clothes. I experimented briefly with shitting my clothes but that was more gross than anything else. My mom knew about my fetish and would think nothing of seeing me head to the shower in a dress, nylons, and heels or women's underwear. Often, I would spend the night in bed with her andwe would both be dressed in nice women's clothes. We would liss ourselves and on each other and she would give me footjobs or blowjobs. One year, at Christmas, she put on a bright red dress, black pantyhose, and black heels. After we opened presents, I asked her for a footjob from her nyloned feet. She agreed and I came all over her pantyhose. We would often take clothed showers together.

When I was 18, I hung out with a girl named Kate. We went to prom together.  I convinced her to get together the day after prom and do a “trash the dress” session. I arrived at her house wearing a white dress shirt, white vest, black pants, black socks, and black dress shoes. She was in her shimmering golden gown and soft golden slippers. Her parents were not home. Her family owned a small piece of farmland that was uncultivated at the time. So, the first thing we did was climb over the fence (no small feat for her in her gown) and rolled around on the muddy ground until our clothes and bodies were coated. At some point, she lost her slippers in the mud. For all I know, they are still there in the field. I ended up laying on top of her. She could feel how aroused I was getting. But we both got up, went to her backyard, and jumped into her pool fully clothed. We swam around a little but her gown was getting heavy so I helped her take it off and it sank to the bottom of the pool. She was now just in her underwear. We started kissing. We climbed out of the pool and I took my wet clothes off. We went inside to her bedroom and had sex. Afterwards, she wanted to go back into the pool, but she wanted to do it clothed. She put on a white dress, tan stockings, and white flats. She laughingly said I should put something on too but the only clothes around were hers. So, I put on a pair of her panties, a pink dress, white stockings, and black flats. We went outside and jumped back into the pool. We swam around for almost an hour. Then, we lay on the grass and took off each other’s clothes before having sex again. 

I had only one wetlook encounter in college. At the end of a particularly hard course one semester, the teacher, Diane, invited the few of us who had passed to her house for a party. I attended dressed in a polo shirt, khakis, black socks and slip on shoes. Three other students came. Courtney was dressed in a black sleeveless blouse, short jeans skirt, black pantyhose, and black flats. Leslie wore a black dress and black heels. Nadia, who just came from work, was dressed in a black blouse, grey dress pants, black knee socks, and black dress shoes. Diane appeared in a dark green dress, black stockings, and black heels. Her husband was also there, casually dressed. We sat around outside by the pool and ate and played lawn games. Eventually, we decieded to play a quiz game. Diane would ask us questions from her course. If we got them wrong, we had to jump in the pool fully clothed. If we got them right, she would jump in fully clothed. The game progressed and us students got wet long before Diane did. When she finally had to jump into the pool, she emerged dripping wet. Her dress rode up, exposing her legs above her stockings. Her husband helped her rearrange her dress but his hand lingered on her wet nylons. Eventually, Courtney and Leslie left. Diane and her husband went inside while Nadia and I cleaned up. Nadia's shoes had been left in the pool. She took off her pants and shirt and jumped in to look for them wearing a bra, panties, and stockings. She couldn't find them and asked me to help. I stipped to my underwear and jumped in. We eventually found her shoes. Suddenly, I felt her stockinged feet exploring my body under the water. She found my hardened cock and, pulling my underwear off, she stroked it with her feet. Then, I sat on the edge of the pool, completely naked. Nadia, still in the water, put her shoes back on, swam over to me, and gave me a blow job. I came twice, once inside her mouth, and once all over her hair and face. She washed off and emerged from the pool. We put the rest of our clothes back on and went inside to look for a bathroom. Instead, we stumbled into Diane and her husband in the bathtub. Her husband was naked and was on top of Diane, pumping into her. She had taken off her dress and underwear and her legs, still in wet nylons and shoes, were wrapped around her husband. Thry never noticed us. We went throughout the rest of the house but it was so big we couldn't find another bathroom. By now, we both needed to go. We went back outside but Nadia had already peed herself. I was close to doing the same but Nadia let me piss all over her. She then took off her shoes and gave me another foot job. This time I came all over her stockinged feet and into her shoes. I pissed in her shoes as well. She put them back on and we jumped back into the pool to wash up and then went our separate ways.

When I was almost done with college, I met the woman who would be my wife. That's another story.