And that's how I found my apartment

One month into my new life in Dubai and work was steamrolling ahead. Having successfully completed the negotiations on a massive project, I was awarded with a financially satisfying and indefinite long-term contract. Along with this wonderfully lucrative agreement came the equally healthy expat package entailing a sizeable housing expense. A phone call from the secretary and a meeting was scheduled with a real estate broker.

The first time I saw Renee, I was caught back by her sexy office attire. To be honest, it’s been a long time since I saw a woman pull off a business suit and make it sexy. My previous job was filled with the type of female co-workers that wore their sneakers with their business suits and then changed into office shoes when they got to work. Her short and neatly kept blond hair turned me on in that seductive woman in a man’s world look, an elegant and yet determined walk dictated my trailing eyes, a skirt revealing what looked to be a sexy pair of legs. I was going to like house hunting.

Our meeting was offset by the wandering my eyes did, but that did not deter her from keeping to the program and keeping it completely professional, giving no inclination that I was her type. She oozed this mature sex appeal that escalated inside me. After a very fruitful meeting, Renee promised to come back later in the week to show me around.

Having completely forgotten about our meeting I was caught off guard with Renee showing up at my office in another sexy power suit. A cold in control look gave me the shivers when I got into her car. In fact I don’t think she even cracked that much of a smile until an hour into the trip. We started talking briefly which I saw as a good sign. She asked me what I wanted and what kind of space I was looking for. I told her about the rocketing prices which she brushed off mentioning the adequate housing expense I’d been allocated. She assured me that she’d find me something…

Over the course of three trips with Renee, two lunches and a cup of coffee, we saw:

A two bedroom apartment on Sheikh Zayed Road which had a pretty view but the bathrooms smelled a little funny. I told her it just wasn’t going to happen. Then off we were to another building in the upcoming Burj Dubai neighborhood but also too noisy and I wasn’t really interested in living in a ghost building just yet. The Springs was too cramped for the price and too family oriented. And I definitely didn’t like the crappy finishes of Barsha. Then there was the building in Dubai Marina in which I was completely turned off by the state of the elevators, I can’t live in a building with people etching their names on the elevator doors.

I felt her frustration with every property shown and every rejection from me, citing issues with the finish, the amenities, the this and the that. Frankly if I’m going to live somewhere, it’d better be perfect. We had developed a decent rapport and I admit to being a little picky just to see a little more of her again, a fact I think she could pick up on.

Our scheduled Tuesday meeting rolled by, and once again I got into her car. Her grey suit and pink shirt hugged her body perfectly revealing a well taken care of body. Some lunch at Bussola first and a couple of glasses of white wine kept the conversation light and cheery. My eyes kept on sneaking peaks at her professional exposed cleavage, which surly she caught me doing but didn’t really mind. Renee told me about some of her more difficult clients and that she enjoyed my company. I gathered our business lunch date as a good sign.

She mentioned a new property that had just came on the market. A brand new building and even if I liked it, the apartment wouldn’t be ready for another two weeks. But there was a fully furnished apartment to show to prospective tenants, so I could still get an idea of the property.

Walking around the two bedroom apartment with sweeping views of the sea, she kept on talking about how perfect the location was and how the building had everything I needed. I admit to liking the understated modern touch to the building. The apartment did honestly look quite livable but I just couldn’t take my eyes off Renee. As she pulled off her blazer I got a full view of her perfect waist with her shirt tucked into her pants. I was still acting my indecisive self and nitpicking with the tiles in the kitchen and the size of the balcony. Impressed with the space, I still felt there was something better to offer. Citing the current apartment as the perfect option for me she got a little closer. Mentioning the pretty view of the sea, and all the entertaining I could do, I could’ve sworn her voice took a more sensual tone. She then mentioned how any girl would be awestruck at the apartment and that she herself found it to be very sexy.

Looking over to me, thinking that she had enough of my ogling, she asked me if I considered her sexy. I unexpectedly shook my head and said, yes. She mentioned that my staring had gone beyond the point of embarrassment and that she was tired of showing me around different properties. That I should just settle with this perfect sexy choice...

Now this is where I’m not sure if it was the wine at lunch, or her just completely fed up me, or that she found me appealing (I have been known to make a couple of heads turn), but I am definitely not thinking about it too much. Renee slid up next to me and kissed me. I kissed her back and without saying anything casually threw my arms around her. Her lips tasted sweet with her warm tongue rubbing up against mine. Our lips locked, I grabbed her short hair and ran my fingers through it, something I had wanted to do since first meeting her, and I guess that’s what got it all started. Shortly after my hair tussling, she took the intensity of our lip locking to another level.

Quickly thrust into the throngs of passion, our kissing escalated to groping which then led to me unbuttoning her blouse and her undoing my pants. She had an even better body than I had expected and I was truly impressed with her desire for some afternoon love. I briefly contemplated the idea of how wrong fucking a business associate was, let alone my realtor, but it was a little too late for contemplation as we both ended up naked in front of each other. Then the most amazing thing happened to me, in the middle of bending her over, I took a look out the windows and you know what? It really was a spectacular view. In fact it was probably in that moment that I was doing Renee bent over the couch looking out over the water that I felt I could live here.

Impressed with the space and my new revelation, we moved around quite a bit, fooling around on the kitchen counter, the bedroom, the bathroom and then the floor in the middle of the living room on a fluffy modern looking shag carpet. Hah, shagging on the shag.

After we finished our romp, and tidied up a little, Renee turned to me, gave me a kiss and asked if I wanted the same apartment 5 floors up. What could I say except, “draw up the contract”. With a decent budget to work with, it took her almost two weeks to find me the perfect apartment. But all it really took for me to realize that I wanted to live there was my realtor’s face down, ass up and a sweeping view of Dubai Marina.