Hello guys! (Most of you are guys, isn't it?).
Why am I posting a message to this forum? (I'll explain later how I discovered this forum).
I'm not a wetlook fan; I'm just a sea fan! But, I have to confess that I have been swimming in my clothes a lot of times (I cannot remember how many; maybe hundreds) the past 35-40 (!) years. But I never have done it on purpose! (wrong; I did it on purpose a couple of times last summer for the sake of the man who introduced me this forum).
What do I mean? Let me explain more:
I was born in a small village by the sea. I remember myself as a young girl playing by and in the sea with my friends half of the year. (For more than 6 months we have here temperatures higher than 25°C and there are also winter days when you can get in the sea, if you're brave!). And most of the times we were just wearing our clothes; coming back from school or going out for the afternoon. Sometimes we took them off, but as we were growing up we were becoming more and more shy! There were plenty of times of course when we were going "organized" for swimming (usually with parents, grandparents etc) and then we were wearing our bathing suits. When I was 12, my family moved to a bigger town (far from my village but not so far from the sea) where I went to the High school and later to the University. For the next 25 years, every summer I was coming in my village for two months. And the last 7 years I live with my daughter in the village again. So, anybody can understand that, as a result of these, I adore the sea! And that means that I always wanted to be by the sea. And that also means that when I'm by the sea I want to be in the sea (if the weather allows to do so)! Usually I wanted and tried to have my bathing suit with me. But if I hadn't it, I was swimming anyway it was possible: naked (the older years, when someone could find beaches with no people at all), with my underwear or just a t-shirt (again in beaches with a few people and if I wasn't shy of the friends I was with), or just fully-clothed. Most of my friends (boys and girls) were doing the same and also the same I do now and the same does my daughter and her friends.
But I never thought or felt that I was doing anything special. I was (and am) just doing it. And I felt the same pleasure whether I was swimming with my bathing suit or naked or in my clothes. I could say that maybe it's a little more pleasure when I swim naked (a "feeling" of "freedom"), but the big pleasure for me is just being into the sea. And I never could imagine that there are people who feel something special swimming in their clothes or watching others getting wet. When I discovered it I really found it very strange at first but too interesting also. I'm really trying to realize what feelings somebody gets from "wetlook". Those couple of times that I got into the sea clothed on purpose, I was trying to think if I was feeling anything special, but... nothing. I asked my daughter the same, but also... nothing! Anyway, my first thoughts are that I find that feeling, of someone who would be excited to watch me or any other woman or girl getting wet, just a very sweet and gentle feeling. Maybe you could help me to realize more.
Thank you anyway. Next time, if you're interested, I'll talk to you about that man who is a wetlook fan and showed me this forum (I mean how I met him, how he told me about wetlook etc).
CU!
Hello! Here I am again! I know it's been a long time, but...
Anyway, thank you all for your answers to my message (#14387)! Just a few words about them:
1) I cannot imagine that wetlook is the... "forbidden fruit" for someone. 2) I insist that I don't feel anything special swimming in my clothes, no matter if there are waves or not and also if I am in the sea or in the lake, in a pool or in a river. 3) My place is in South Europe and the Sea is, of course, the Mediterranean.
Today (as it's free day for me) I'm going to describe you how I met George who is a wetlook fan, frequent visitor of this forum and I think he has posted a couple of anonymous messages with some links.
One year ago he came to the high school I'm teaching in, to replace a teacher who had retired, for the rest of the school year. He seemed about 10-15 years younger than me. One month later (it was one of the first hot spring days) the teachers decided to take the students for a morning walk by the sea. (The happiest days for the students, and for us also!, are when we are going for morning walks instead of making lessons; that happens 6-7 times a year). There is an organized beach just out of town, half an hour on foot far from the school, with football, basketball and tennis fields and a nice beach bar which had just opened for this summer; a real paradise for the kids.
After we arrived there and had a coffee, some of the teachers found a plastic ball and we started playing with it on the beach. So we could also keep an eye on the students who were playing by the sea in case they were trying to go deeper. We usually don't allow them to go into the sea, but, as it was hot enough, a lot of them were having fun at the edge of the water teasing one another and sometimes pushing each other in.
I could see on them the same image I have from my school years: Boys and girls rolling up their trousers or holding their skirts and dresses higher, useless movements finally! , getting their feet into the water, trying at first to stay dry, laughing and screaming how cold the water is, then someone is "kicking" the water to somebody else, another one pushes the first one deeper, then some rolled trousers are in the water, some girls let their skirts fall as they try not to be pushed in, some are in! Final result: Some dry at all, some half wet and some totally wet. The only difference at my years was that most of the girls were wearing skirts and dresses, usually school dresses, and, of course, longer! Nowadays most girls prefer tight jeans (it's difficult to roll them up!) or short skirts (it's... impossible to hold them higher!) and a lot of boys and girls wear shorts.
Back to that day: The first times our ball fell into the sea, some of the students who were near returned it to us. But later no one was that near, so, as it was me the only one wearing a skirt, I took of my shoes and got in to catch it, making the useless movement of course: holding my skirt higher! It was then that I noticed George sitting alone on the sand and gazing at the sea. I asked him to join us but he said he preferred to stay there and take care of the students. (It would take a few weeks more for me to find out what exactly he was looking at). After a few times bringing the ball back from the sea and, as sometimes I had to walk deeper, I stopped making the... "useless movement" and so every time my skirt was floating on the water. I noticed George staring at me, but I didn't pay attention.
And then suddenly "Hurricane" appeared! "Hurricane" was my 16 years old daughter (student in the same high school), who was passing by with some friends the same time I was once again gathering the ball from the sea. Before I'd be able to realize anything, she started running from the beach towards me, grabbed me and we both felt in the water! It was really freezing, but as everybody was laughing I started laughing too. I noticed George again (he was the only one who wasn't laughing) staring at me but I didn't pay attention once more. As my daughter kept on swimming, I got out, took off my coat and sunglasses and returned back to the sea with her. A few teachers and students joined us then. When we got out again, George was with the other teachers now and I noticed him once more staring at my daughter and me. This time I was a little bit bothered. I thought that it wasn't the most tactful way for him to show that he maybe liked my daughter or, why not?, me (perhaps because now my white shirt was "one" with my skin!). No one else seemed to watch us like that. Of course I didn't notice that he was looking the same way at a girlfriend of my daughter who was also coming out of the sea, as he confessed me later.
After that we went to the beach showers to rinse the salted water from ourselves, sat at the beach bar under the sun for the next hour and returned back to school dry at all.
Next day I had already forgotten what had happened. I only noticed that George was trying more often to talk with me, but I found it as something normal and so we became friends after a few weeks.
I think that's enough for today. It was maybe a long description but George (he knows that I'm posting about us) has advised me that you probably would like details. To be true, I didn't remember so many details of that day; he reminded them to me later. Next time I'll describe you how George took the opportunity to tell me about his wetlook interest.
Thanx and CU again!
Hi guys! I really enjoy it that we somehow become friends.
As you asked me I continue my story:
The village I'm living in is about 8 km far from the town of my high school. In the middle of the distance there is a small beach that is not been seen from the road. You have to walk down a path that takes almost 10 minutes and you need more than 20 to climb back. You can find shadow behind some rocks and water from a small spring. I discovered it when I was 15-16 and it was my "private" beach in the summers of my youth that I was spending in my home village. I used to go there almost every afternoon, usually on foot and alone. My only companwas my books, my thoughts, my dreams, the deep blue sea and the magnificent sunset. You rarely met anybody there so I used to swim naked. It was there also that after a few years I made love for the first time. Last years you can meet some people there more often, as they have made some stairs on the path.
When the weather is good, my daughter and I, coming from the school, stop there, swim for a while and then go back home "refreshed". In early spring and late autumn, when usually no one is there, we swim naked. Close to summer we try not to forget to wear our bathing suits under our clothes. A very few times happened to be there without bathing suits and also some unexpected visitors to come. As it would be a pity to climb all this way up and down without swimming at all, we just went in the sea clothed!
As I told before, one month after that day on the beach with the school, George and me had become friends. So, one day I invited him to visit our home after the school, make some food for him and drink coffee in the yard. He accepted my invitation and, driving home, I thought that it would be a good idea to show him "our beach". We walked down and just when we arrived, my daughter went in swimming. Not naked of course (because of George's presence), but in her shorts and t-shirt, as her last hour's lesson was gymnastics. I noticed that he had reacted a little bit strange. After I showed him the beach I told him that we could also go for a swim and also that I wouldn't mind if he wanted to swim in his underwear. Then he asked me if I would do the same. I was planning to do so, but then I thought that he was trying to watch me almost naked. So I told him that I would swim in my clothes, thinking that he would be disappointed! I took off my shoes and socks and also my bra, as the cotton blouse I was wearing was dark coloured and wouldn't become "see-through". For a while I thought that I could take my jeans off too, but then I remembered that my underwear wasn't so suitable for something like that and also my blouse wasn't long enough. So I went in wearing them too and, can you imagine it?, I rolled them up before! After a while George followed me wearing his trousers. We stayed for more than half an hour in the water and we had a lot of fun the three of us, playing a lot of "silly-children" sea games. George came out first and we followed whispering to each other that he had a nice body. A moment later he said for both of us the same. We just smiled.
Finally we went home. I didn't change clothes because I had to prepare the food, but I was almost dry. After we ate, my daughter went in to study her lessons and I sat with George in the yard for a coffee. Then he asked me if I was a wetlook fan. I couldn't understand what he meant.
"Do you like swimming in your clothes?" he said.
"No, I just like swimming!" I answered.
"And how can you explain that both times I have been with you by the sea, you swam in your clothes?"
"It just happened", I said.
I would never pay attention on a coincidence like that! My ex-husband, my daughter, my friends have seen me doing this too many times (a lot of them they did the same) and they never asked me something like that. And then he started to confess me about his wetlook interest with a lot of details. I was listening to him astonished! I found it so strange at first. I thought he was the only person in the Universe with that kind of interest! I started thinking that I shouldn't keep on being a friend of him because we might cause some problems to each other. The first thing I did was to ask him delete a photo (very nice, to be true) of me under the shower from his mobile phone.
Of course I changed my mind too soon. First of all, a few days later I went to his home and he showed me this forum and some wetlook sites. So I found out that this interest wasn't so strange. Second, he was so polite with me that I was persuaded there wouldn't be any problems among us. And third, the description that he made to me about the way he felt watching me getting wet (I'll bring it to you in his own words next time) was so sweet, that he made me like him more.
So we kept on being friends with nothing erotic among us. We were visiting each other's homes, we were going out and we were discussing about a lot of things. Sometimes he was telling me about his wetlook "feelings". He also liked to listen from me any of my wetlook "experiences" that I could bring in the surface of my memory. (I could describe for you some of them later on if you wish so).
I could see that generally he was content within himself about those feelings. Only a few times I could suspect that he was a little bit unhappy, perhaps because he couldn't experience wetlook as he would like. I think he was somehow disappointed when we were going to the sea always wearing our bathing suites, but he was trying not to show this to me, as he wanted to make me feel comfortable. Sometimes I was thinking to swim clothed on purpose (as I never had done before), for his pleasure, but I was afraid that he would accept it as a favor, as I was sorry for him. He was disappointed also a couple of times when I refused his invitation for going swimming after school, as I had no bathing suite with me, although I would like to. And I don't think he was happy one hot evening, after a walk, when we decided to go to the sea and I preferred to swim undressed (it was almost dark already)! He did the same without mentioning anything further. I was feeling still a little bit strange, you know, and I was somehow afraid of his reactions. Maybe I wanted to avoid causing anything erotic among us (although I think that his naked body this evening caused something, easy to "hide" it, erotic to me!). Because wetlook includes a lot of erotic feelings for someone who is in it, isn't it so?
Well, I think that's enough for today. CU!
Hello my friends!
Today I'll describe you what George told me about his wetlook feelings (for me too) that afternoon in my yard. Let him speak in his own words:
"I cannot remember when wetlook first excited me. I spent most of my years in a town very far from the sea, so I rarely had the chance to experience it. I remember mostly movie scenes on the TV, some pictures in magazines, and maybe a few sudden summer storms when some people kept on walking under the rain. I was around 14-15 when I realized that my wetlook interest was focused on females. It was on a summer in a family-friends' house by the sea, where we were spending our summer holidays. Their daughter (about 18 I think) and me went once fishing. We had to walk into the sea to sit on some rocks. Reaching them I noticed her summer dress being a little bit wet and I felt something in my body. After one hour, as we hadn't catch any fish at all, we decided to go home. I stepped down from the rock and I gave her my hand to help her do the same. And then, leaning on my hand, she jumped into the water. That was a shock! I was really excited watching her swimming in her dress, coming out from the water like a mermaid and walking by the sea with her dress sticking to her wonderful body! That was my first erotic wetlook experience (of course I mentioned nothing to anybody). "The following years were very "dry". Only a couple of times we went with the school some excursions by the sea where a few girls from the school teased their clothes or fell in dressed. I had some more luck in the University with some friends a few times or in some summer holidays when you could meet some girls swimming in t-shirts. I was unlucky also with all my ex-girlfriends. Most didn't like it when sometimes I was pushing them clothed in the sea "playing", and none of them did it by herself as you did. I never had confessed to any of them anything about wetlook, as I was feeling strange about it. It's not too long I have discovered that I'm not the only one (thanks to the Internet!). Anyway, you are the first person I've talked to about it.
"That made me a little bit lonely. I was trying to be in places with possible wetlook events (pool parties, beach-concerts, beach-bars, beaches where school girls went instead of school, etc). I was also collecting pictures from magazines, videos from films with wetlook scenes and last years I'm spending a lot of time in wetlook sites. As years went by, there were some types of outfits that I preferred to see (or, mostly, imagine) wet much more than others. Exactly that type (which I had never seen wet in real life) you were wearing that morning we decided to take the students to the beach. I noticed it immediately (a long viscose blue skirt, a long-sleeved white shirt and a light cotton coat over it) and my imagination switched into ovrdrive! I dared to anticipate how exciting it would be if you went in the sea with those clothes on, and then I thought that this would remain just a dream.
"While we were there, I noticed some students playing by the sea and so I sat nearby to watch them, just in case. That's why I refused your invitation to join in the ball games. I was lucky; some girls were teasing their clothes and a few of them got totally wet. OK, it was nice too, although what they were wearing weren't my favorite outfits.
"My imagination kept returning to you, especially when I saw you coming out of the sea, holding your skirt with one hand and the ball with the other as you came to invite me, I thought once again that my dream would remain a dream. After a while you went in again the same way. Then I had this vision:
"I walk into the sea, hold you in my arms catching you from behind so that as you lean back your skirt and coat fall free to the water. Then as I lead you deeper and deeper your clothes slowly start floating. You laugh and you try not to fall in, holding me from the back of my neck. When we are deep enough, I leave you slightly on the surface and the water little by little covers your body. You keep on lying on the sea with your eyes closed, like the sleeping beauty, and I'm passing softly my hands all over your wet body".
"The students had left but I stayed there keeping my eyes on you furthermore. Next time, coming out with the ball in your hands, you let your skirt fall free, so its lower part became wet. After that, you were going in deeper and deeper and sometimes coming out without holding your skirt, and so it was floating on the water and becoming wet higher and higher. Finally your whole legs were in the water and I noticed that even the lower part of your coat was floating. All that time I was thinking how lucky I was, seeing your clothes more wet than I hoped for, but how unlucky too (I couldn't dare to imagine that you would swim in those clothes.
"Time passed and I believed your ball game would stop soon, when your daughter and some friends of hers passed in front of me. She was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt completely wet already. A friend of hers, in a tight short dress, was also wet. As I was turning my attention to them (it would be consolation for the disappointment of not seeing you swimming), I saw her leaving her shoes and jacket on the sand and running to you, shouting "mammy!" Before I recovered from my surprise, you were both in the water! Everybody started laughing but I was unable because of my astonishment! My dream had become reality! I only managed to come closer to the others.
"Then you came out, took off your coat (I imagined that I was helping you) and returned back to your daughter. Some more students and teachers joined you then. I wanted so much to come too, but, as I was so confused, I didn't dare it! I only tried to satisfy my eyes with those dreamy images I was watching: You, coming out again from the sea, like a wet goddess, and then going under the shower and leaving the water sweep your excellent body that was "half-hiding" under your wet clothes. I confess that I took a photo from you there with my mobile phone without you noticing me. How much I would like to come behind you, under the shower and let my hands pass tenderly from your wet hair to your neck, and then from your shoulders to your arms, over your wet shirt! I don't deny that I couldn't avoid turning my eyes also to your daughter and her friend with the dress. But you were something completely unbelievable! I wanted you to stay wet forever, but, unfortunately, after one hour it was like you never had swum!
"Anyway, that caused me trying to be a friend of you. And I did it! By the way, I had noticed that you've been always dressed with my "favorite" (to imagine them wet) types of clothes. When we went to your "private" beach and you proposed me to swim with our underwear, I was disappointed, although I didn't hope that I would see you in wet clothes again (especially when you rolled up your jeans, I thought that you would only get your feet in the water). But it happened again! You kept walking in and then started to swim. Another dreamy image! This time I came in too. And, as we were playing, I had the chance to touch a little bit your wet clothes "accidentally". Oh, what a dream-come-true also And now we are sitting here and I'm confessing to you my "secret".
Wasn't it cute? Which woman wouldn't be satisfied knowing that someone is thinking of her in that sweet way? Of course I didn't accept it to myself immediately; it took me some time...
What happened then? I'll let you know next time.
Cheers till then!
Hello! Here I'm again, to continue the story.
George had left and I slept happy that evening, and the day after tried to be same as the day before. Not so easily, I confess... I felt missing him sometimes...
The biggest difficulty was my "wetlook knowledge" and how this was related with him furthermore. I mean that, until then, swimming clothed was nothing different for me than swimming in any other way; I never felt it as anything special or paid any attention to it. But then, I started thinking about it; not about my personal feelings, I kept on feeling nothing special myself being wet, but in relation with George. I thought that, doing something like that, I would do it for him; perhaps to please him from far away, perhaps as a way to bring him back, even only in my mind. Or, maybe, I was afraid that being in wet clothes would cause me a desire for him and I wanted to avoid that, for the reasons I've explained earlier. I was also thinking that somewhere around there would be some other people paying attention on me in a different way. And I didn't know if I wanted that. Anyway, I had lost my "innocence" about it.
My daughter came back from her father after a few days and a week later we went for summer holidays. Of course, I didn't tell her anything about that night. During holidays and also later I found myself in the position to swim in my clothes (you know, an "unplanned" visit to a nice but crowded beach with no bathing suits); a couple of times with my daughter and a few times with some friends. I used some excuses all that times to avoid it, for me and for the others too! I kept on feeling "somehow".
We were talking on the phone with George sometimes, like two good old friends, both avoiding to mention anything more special and personal. Time was passing by and life was going on. Only a sweet memory was about to remain, with no sorrow at all, and it seemed that we both were faithful to that day's agreements, because we both felt that this was the best for us. Although sometimes everybody wants to live the same sweet dream again, before he realizes that this is a utopia...
So, first day in school had reached; only for the teachers, but my daughter came with me. Driving back home, after a couple of hours, we decided to visit "our beach". It's been a long of time we hadn't been there. We stepped down and nobody was there. She bent down to untie her shoes, planning to swim naked, and then I told her
"Don't do it!"
"Why not, mammy?" she asked.
"I'll explain you in a few minutes" I answered. "Come with me!" I took her by the hand and started walking to the water. She was wearing sport shoes, jeans (as usual!), a yellow polo blouse and an open light blue long-sleeved shirt over it, instead of a coat (it was a little bit cold early in the morning when we left home). I was wearing, guess what!, the same white shirt and the same light cotton coat as that day, but instead of the blue skirt I was wearing cotton trousers, that paired with the coat, and leather shoes. I don't] know why I chose those clothes that day! I only know that, being in school for the first day, I realized that George wouldn't be there this year. I wasn't sad at all; I was only missing him in a tender and, so, "positive" way).
"But, anyway, why we don't we at least take off our shoes and socks, maybe our bras, my shirt or your coat?" she complained
"Be patient, you'll know in a while! Anyway, do this to me as a favor!"
We stepped into the water and we walked to the right, where a big rock in the shape of a sofa comes out of the sea. You can sit on the flat part of it, which is about 20-30 cm underneath the surface, and lay your back on the back part that is above the waves. The sea was calm that day and we walked slowly there. Approaching it, the sea had covered all of our trousers and the lower part of our shirts and coats. I sat on it and my daughter laid her back and head on my feet. Only her breast, her shoulders and her head were dry now. I was a little bit more dry. I passed my arms around her and asked:
"Did you feel anything special getting in the water fully clothed?"
"No, I only think that I got my clothes wet without a reason!" she answered, "still a little bit angry", I thought).
"I was asking myself the same question, for the second time, and the answer is still "No". I tried! Of course I wasn't angry; I was thinking of George and I was happy.
So I started confessing to my daughter everything about George and me. I thought that she would be angry, maybe surprised, that she would find those wetlook "things" strange at least. But nothing: she was listening very carefully, she showed that she was interested very much and started to become sweeter more and more. Then she embraced me, told me that she found that story wonderful, and was happy that I was happy. She gave me a kiss, confessing me that she liked George very much as a man and wished she was 5-10 years older, so that maybe he could be her lover. She also told me that she was a little bit jealous with me, even if George had been my lover only for one night.
A few minutes later my daughter started to remember me, getting her memory as back as she could, a lot of times being by the sea with her and her father just for a walk (usually before and after summer). Then she was always asking to get in and we were never telling her "No". We were taking her clothes off and let her play on the shore. But she was always trying to go deeper. So, every time, one of us (usually me, sometimes both) was standing close to her. We were usually trying to stay dry rolling up our trousers, or, me, holding up my skirt or dress. But, as usual, we'd never made it! We were always getting deeper and wetting our trousers or my skirt, and most of the times, being jealous!, were joining her in swimming with our clothes on (my ex-husband mostly only in his trousers). It was one of our family games and she was bringing it in her mind very lively (maybe longing the years we've been a family). I remembered that too, even earlier than she could remember: me holding her as a baby in my arms and carrying her into the sea. Then, walking deeper, where the water was covering my legs, I was leaving her on the surface, trying to make her float, with my hands always underneath her. Sometimes I was kneeing on the bottom and the water was covering almost my shoulders, without ever paying attention on what I was wearing, my bathing suit or some clothes.
We sat embraced for a little more. Then she asked me: "Wait here!" She went out to our bags (swimming this time; now she was all wet!), brought my mobile phone and made a photo of me sitting on that rock, half in the water (and wet of course) and half out and dry. She found George's number and she sent him that photo! A few seconds later a big smiley image came on the screen of my phone! Oh, I really loved that excellent movement my daughter did! Now I was happier. And I knew George was happier too.
Then she went out again, left the phone and came back to me. She pulled me into the sea and we started swimming. "Now I know that there was a very good reason for getting all of our clothes wet", she said.
When we got out of the water she picked my phone again and made me another photo: this time standing on the edge of the sea totally wet. She asked me to make her a similar one. And then she sent them both to George. Two smiles were received on my phone after a few seconds!!!
Hello again!
What would you say about some more "wet" memories?
I described earlier what was usually happening as I was getting wet my clothes as a student, and then as a teacher). Another occasion, when I used to go a lot of times into the sea clothed, was my "youth-summers" in my birth village.
I've told you that when I was 12 my family moved to a bigger town. Since then, I was spending 1, 2 months of almost every summer in my village. My grandfather was a fisherman. Almost every evening he was going out fishing and he was coming back early in the morning. 2, 3 times a week, before fastening his fish boat back to the dock, he was sailing past our house. He had selected for our family some of the best fish to cook them, but, as it wasn't deep enough to bring the boat to the beach. So, somebody had to walk into the water, more than waist-deep, and carry the basket with the fish back to the house. My grandfather would return home later, after he had sold the fish. As my brother and I were usually still sleeping, our father was already out for some fieldwork and our grandmother wasn't able to anymore, it was our mother who usually fetched the fish. She always used to wear thin, usually multi-coloured, light summer dresses, which would dry quickly, so she didn't mind getting we as she waded out to the boat. She rarely changed that dress before evening when she was just resting or going out. I can also remember that sometimes during the day, between jobs, she would go back into the sea for a while before resuming her work. I also used to wear similar of dresses. They were very comfortable; you could go swimming, then go shopping or meet some friends and then go swimming again..
One night, having been 17 already, I was allowed for the first time to go with my brother to a nightclub that had just opened in town. A friend of us was celebrating his birthday and we were invited there. I remember, as I have some photos of that night, that I was dressed formally (I think for the first time in my life!) in white trousers and a pink shirt. We had a lot of fun and we returned home early in the morning. Arriving home, I saw my grandfather's boat coming near. And I decided to help him for the first time. I left my bag, took off my shoes and ran into the water to bring the basket with the fish. I was already in when my mother came out of the house and shouted to me that I would destroy my "good" clothes. As my grandfather hadn't still brought the boat as near as he could, I went swimming towards it, climbed onto the boat, gave my grandfather a kiss. He gave me a smile, and I jumped back into the sea. When I could touch the bottom, I caught the basket and walked out singing. Everybody should have realized that I was extremely happy, as I had been all night out in a nightclub! I was feeling that I was growing up and I liked that. And, also, they've been a lot of things I was doing for the first time in my life! And I liked that too.
The following days I tried to be awake when my grandfather's boat was coming near to bring our fish. Sometimes getting up early and sometimes coming back after going out for the whole night. Then I would wade into the sea, sometimes in my bathing suit, sometimes in my pyjamas, sometimes in my going out outfit and sometimes in just my regular day clothes. My grandfather always agve me a smile. (Sometimes, of course, I was sleeping!)
Some days later my grandfather asked me to go with him fishing. I went once and I liked it so much that I started doing it frequently for the next summers. I realized that I liked the night very much, especially its silence in the middle of the sea. I also liked the stories my grandfather was telling me and I adored watching the sunrise from the boat. Being on the boat all night, I had to be dressed warmly, as it was cold through the night in the middle of the sea. So I was usually wearing jeans, sport shoes, a jeans jacket or a college blouse above and a long-sleeved shirt or blouse inside. When sometimes we had some fish to bring home, I was always jumping into the sea with all my clothes on and carrying the basket back to the house. Although my grandfather was telling me that we could call my mother (I wanted her to rest some time more), or I could carry it home myself from the dock (It was far away from our house). I liked that he was always smiling to me sweetly when I was in the water and also this morning swim was very refreshing for me. I would stay in the yard for a while, drinking some milk or a juice, and then go inside to remove my wet clothes and then go to bed till the afternoon.
A couple of winter "wet" memories next time.
Hi everybody!
A couple of winter "wet" memories for you today.
As you've realized, most of my memories are general; just how it was happening and I was getting into the sea clothed. There are very few that I can remember with details; usually if I have a photo before or after. And, of course, it was obvious that this happened under good weather. There are also a couple of them that I could remember with details (I have photos from both too), which happened during winter. I think they are the only ones when I've been swimming in winter clothes.
It was almost 18 years ago when I've just been married. Our daughter hadn't been born yet. A sunny winter Sunday, my husband and me decided to take our small boat and go from the dock we were keeping it, to a nice small beach, half an hour far from there, that we used to visit sometimes. We've been dressed well. We both were wearing boots, jeans, woolen sweaters and navy jackets. The weather was good and the sea was quite calm when we sailed. We arrived to that beach, had a pick-nick on the sand, took some photos and, just before we decide to leave, the sky became cloudy, the wind started blowing and the waves became bigger. We tried to hurry up when we realized that, as we hadn't tie it carefully, the boat had started "saying goodbye" to us and getting deeper. Then my husband took his jacket off and went in to catch it. He made it and started swimming to the beach bringing it out. But it was difficult because of the waves, so I also went in to help him without having the time even to take my coat off. Fortunately, I managed to catch it also, still stepping my feet on the bottom of the sea, with the water just covering my breasts, so we could bring it out a little bit more. When my feet were steadier on the bottom of the sea, I stayed in holding the boat with some difficulty. Some waves were hitting me and, although I was now only waist-deep they sometimes reached almost my shoulders. My husband collected all of our things from the beach, threw them in the boat and got on it. Then he grabbed my hands trying to help me getting on too. As we released the boat free, a big wave came and moved it suddenly so, as I was trying to step on it, I found my self in the water. Fortunately I could hold myself on it, so I wasn't in real danger, although the boat had started going deeper. After another unsuccessful try, having already swam twice in the cold water, I managed to get on the boat. We needed to get back almost 1 hour. Being extremely tired, cold and wet, we went immediately into our car, turned on its heater and drove back home, laughing any more.
Let's go now 7 years and a few months ago; on the last day in the High school before Christmas holidays. We've been there just for a few hours for a small celebration we've organized. Somebody made us some photos there, so I can remember what I was wearing: Leather shoes, formal black trousers, a black tight blouse inside, a white linen shirt over it and a gray woolen jacket. It was a sunny and quite hot winter day.
Driving back home alone, I stopped and went down to my "private" beach you've been told before. I was very sad that day. It was almost 9 months since I had divorced. The summer before I had decided to move back with my daughter to my home village. I was a new teacher in that High school and I almost knew nobody. Most of my old friends have moved to other places. My grandparents had passed away some years ago and my parents were still living with my brother's family in the town we were living the last 25 years. My daughter (she was still in the primary school) couldn't still get used in her new life. She was missing her father and she hadn't made new friends in the school yet. And yesterday she had left, with a teacher of her school, for her birth town (full of joy!), to spent Christmas holidays with her father. It would be the first time that she would be far from me for such a long time. Things were difficult and I was sitting on "my" beach sad and disappointed. I was thinking if it was my mistake I moved back here. I was almost feeling a stranger in my place. I had started to cry when the "energy" of "my" beach started to make me feel home. I wasn't thinking of it at first; it was only a sensation. And that sensation, I think, made me stand up and start walking to the sea with all my clothes on. In that condition I could never think of taking any of my clothes off; it was like it wasn't me who was getting into the cold water. When I was deep enough and started to feel the cold water high in my chest, I started "waking up". I was wondering what I was doing in there; drowning myself or looking for expiation? Then I let myself fall completely into the water. I stood up, dived another couple of times and walked out. I laid on the beach, under the winter sun, with my eyes closed, for more than one hour, although I was cold. When I stood up and started climbing the path to my car, I was sure that everything would be all right. And so it has been finally...