I was on a business trip deep in Louisiana late one summer afternoon. I was driving a rental car with my project manager, a young straight Dad about 5-8 with a fun laugh. We had finished our meetings for the day and headed to the hotel. Typical of late summer afternoons, we got hit with a thunderstorm. The wipers had a hard time keeping up with the rain so we pulled into the covered bay of a carwash to wait out the storm. My PM decided he wanted to use the time to check email on his phone which he had left in the trunk. The storm was intense and still building. I told him it would be best to wait, but he thought the storm would last a while and wanted to get his phone before it would get wet. I shrugged my shoulders and told him it was up to him and that I thought he was going to get wet. He waited a few seconds and said what the hell, he was going. I popped the trunk and he jumped out of the car. He couldn't have timed it better. The winds started picking up, blowing the rain horizontally with a lot more lightning and thunder. It seemed he was taking his time as kept digging through a bag. Then a huge simultaneous huge crack of thunder and lighting scared us both. I heard the trunk slam and he'rushed back to to his seat. Out of breath and said he found his phone but decided against getting it wet. I laughed and said 'all that for nothing!' He laughed. He was close to being soaked through. He was in jeans and a light blue polo short sleeve shirt with a white-t underneath. The shirt had darkened in color, his jeans were shiny and his hair soaked. The wet jeans clinged to his legs, highlighting the line of his boxers on his thigh. I touched his leg with the back of my hand saying it looked like he jumped in a pool. He shrugged in denial and said he wasn't completely soaked through, and that he didn't mind it anyway. I said again 'all that for nothing,' but this time as a question. He shrugged and laughed. I said if there hadn't been so much lightning, he should just finished getting soaked by doing a lap around the car. After a short chuckle and he said had already thought about it. We waited a very short time and then I dared him. I was already hard and really wanted to see him soaked through. I was in khakis and a blue button down shirt and thought he might dare me back. I would have accepted. I was still wearing my seat belt, so I was sure he wouldn't have noticed my bulge. Then he says 'ten bucks,' he'd do a lap around the car for $10. I immediately said 'sold!' And he did it. He jumped out and did a lap. He slipped but didn't fall on the first turn which slowed him down. He was soaked when he got back in. I acted totally surprised and he laughed saying the rain was warm and felt good. I touched his leg again this time on the line of his boxers. I gave a small push to get a sense of the amount of water his pants were holding. We agreed that yes this time he really was soaked. The first time I touched his pants, it was more like a quick "bro" thing, but the second time it was definitely more "friendly." I paid him his ten bucks and offered him another ten to do it again, but he said no, he was done. I said there would be a pool at the hotel if he changed his mind and he laughed and said maybe. Forty minutes later in the air conditioned car we were at the hotel. He was chilled and a lot dryer. The pool was adjacent to the Lobby and of course I made a big deal pointing it out to him. He laughed and said what he really needed was a hot shower to warm up. We headed to our rooms and set a time to meet for dinner. I don't know what he did during his break, but I took a hot shower in my boxers hoping he was doing the same thing. I've had several fantasies about what else could have happened that day...