Dude, I would move home for that...

I'm not sure what to make of myself today. I can't decide if I should go buy lottery tickets or jump off the Key Bridge.

Friday morning my realtor accidentally sent me a listing for a house in Georgetown. I am not in the market for properties right now, it was just a freakish accident/coincidence that she sent it to me. After I spent two months working on my last deal, which fell through, I got frustrated and bought a Harley to occupy myself for the summer. However, I like this house and can make money on it so I'm trying to put together an offer (despite being short on cash).

While I was working on this house deal Model called me from the car and said she was almost in DC. She was going to a house party with her friends at 8pm and wanted to meet up for dinner at 10pm. I had a lot on my mind but was excited to see her.

When I got home from work I noticed that it was slightly warm in my house. I checked the AC and it was on, but when I looked at the compressor outside it was totally dead. Pretty sweet, a new unit and coil is $2,000 installed. I could have done without that.

At 9:45 I left my house, grabbed a Red Bull at a nearby gas station, and walked to Granville Moore's on H Street to meet the Model. She showed up a couple minutes after me and looked great, I'm talking a solid 9 on any scale you're working from.

After dinner we moved to Little Miss Whiskey for a cocktail. We were at the upstairs bar having a drink and alternating between dancing and flirting. Model had on a tight little strapless dress and I said that I liked it and how nice it looked on her. She said "Thanks, I borrowed it from my friend for the party tonight. I like it, but I could really use a push-up bra for it. It makes me look flat chested." I disagreed and said that it fit her perfectly. Model said "No, it makes me look small, they are actually really nice. See." Then, with all the speed and unpredictability of a lightening strike she flicked the top edge of her dress down and up and flashed me. It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure what I had seen. I looked left and right but no one else apparently noticed.

This chick is wild. I like it. I backed her into a dark corner of the bar and kissed her.

We danced and talked and had a shot but finally at about 12:30am Model said "I'm not really sure how to get back to my friend's house. I said I would be back by one, I should probably get in a cab soon." I said OK and we went outside. As we waited for a cab I told Model that my AC had died and that my house was probably over 100 degrees by then. I said I had turned down my hot tub as cold as it would go and that I was going for a swim when I got home. She then said the five sweetest words in the English language: "You have a hot tub?"

I said yes and asked her if she wanted to come along. She said "Like a real hot tub?" I said "Is there any other kind?"

Model and I walked the ten minutes to my house. When we got to my place we walked through my back gate and right to the tub. I flipped open the top and turned on the jets as I stripped down. When I turned around Model said "OK, just like this?" and slowly tugged down her dress. All she had underneath was a tiny little black and red lace thong. I pulled off my pants and jumped in with Model behind me.

We only stayed in the tub for about 15 minutes before going to the bedroom. Model didn't disappoint, she was an animal. Imagine the best porn you've ever seen with the hottest, sexiest chick. Now imagine you actually get to be in the scene. That's my Friday night. We fucked twice before passing out.

At about 5am I woke up because it was sweltering hot in my house. I looked to my right and saw a pile of wet towels on my floor and two half-full glasses of water on my dresser and thought "Holy shit, that really happened!" I rolled over and on the far side of my bed was that perfect little ass. I remember thinking to myself "I may never get this lucky again" I grabbed another condom from my dresser and slid into her. We fucked without saying anything to each other then passed out.

I woke up again at 8am. I spotted the towels and the (now empty) water glasses and was like "No fucking way, it's like a fantastic version of Groundhog Day." I turned over and the Model was laying on her back, her perfectly waxed pussy smiling at me. "NN, you really may never get this lucky again". I shimmied down to the foot of my bed and starting going down on her. Model tossed and turned then a few minutes later had a little orgasmic seizure. When she was done she pulled me up on top of her, I rolled on a condom, and we went at it again. When a girl is that sexy, and this into it, I really think I could fuck her all day and night.

At 10am we went and got some coffee then I gave her a ride home on the bike. Halfway to her friend's apartment Model said "This is like foreplay, I wish I didn't have to leave." Model had a concert to go to Saturday and had to be back home early Sunday night, so I didn't see her again before she left. She said she would come back down in a few weeks.

This morning I got to my office and I boss called me. It was strange, as soon as I answered he said "Hang on, I have to put you on hold" then I sat there in silence for almost fifteen minutes. When he came back on he said "Hey, you're doing a good job, I got you an increase" then gave me a five and a half percent raise on top of the three and a half percent I got in April. No one at my company gets a nine percent raise in one year. It's unheard of.

I don't believe in luck, or karma, but I'm on a roll. I said WTF and am preparing an offer on the Georgetown house.

After the call with my boss I sent my buddy D-Ron a picture of Model. He simply wrote back "Dude, I would move home for that..."