A weeks ago on a Friday evening, we finally had our first real t-storm of the summer season. The weather had heated up and I was sooo anxious for a storm. I was driving home from work to pick up the BF when the torrential down pour started - the kind where you can't see even with the windshield wipers flapping on the high setting. I had texted the BF earlier and commented that I had hoped to get wet. He just said, "soon, soon". I just had to get off the freeway and park. Actually did that rather quick and safe. Emptied my pockets and ran around the block a few times, feeling the wetness take hold, rolling down my back and inside my pants. I was soaked. I loved it. I was in khakis, a shirt and tie, light grey boxer briefs, shoes and socks. Finally got to the meeting spot to picked up the BF. He had to run from the Mall entrance to the car and his suit was "shiny" when he got in the car. He was so flustered getting in he didn't notice I was soaked. I led his hand to my pants and he just laughed. When we got home, I said I wanted to get in the shower. He followed me right in except for his suit jacket. Unexpected and HOT! Underneath, he was wearing white briefs. Wet boxers or briefs are a small piece of heaven for me. When he pulled out his dick for me to suck, there was a small ripping sound. That threw me over the edge. I starting ripping his briefs thru the zipper while rubbing his butt outside his suit pants. I started pulling and pushing him around the shower, finally ripping his suit pants. Several more tears and one of his legs was fully exposed. Opened his belt with my teeth. I grabbed the tail of his dress shirt and ripped off the buttons. Then ripping his white t. Within a few minutes, all he had on was his tie and what remained of his shredded briefs. I was still fully dressed and soaked while we had sex. He thought it was one of the hottest sessions he's ever had. Me, too.