Michael took Shelby's hand and led her down the staircase. It was the first time he had ever hosted a woman in his apartment. He had had his share of female in his retro bachelor's pad, but only in the company of other people. He was nervous. But anxious. It had been about two months since he's held the scent of a woman in the palm of his hand.
Shelby smelled delicious. She smelled of sweet honey and strawberries. Michael met her in a bakery about a month ago when he went in to purchase a pie to have shipped to his mother in Connecticut. He had heard of this little bakery that did shipments for an extra fee. He wanted to let his mother know he was thinking of her all the way on the other side of the continent. Michael moved to Las Vegas to follow his filmmaking dream. He had submitted a short documentary on human sexuality to a contest that an education film company was holding and won.
A few good people got a hold of the film and called Michael up to offer him a job at a renowned pornography company. Michael had never thought that this was the avenue his filmmaking would take him, but once he saw the six-figures the company promised him each year he made and sold an x amount of films-he kindly accepted the offer.
He was living the life and was making sure he remembered his true life at home. So, he went to a small bakery on the outskirts of Vegas and bumped into the prettiest face he had laid his eyes on. Shelby stood in the middle of his room eying a mantle of pictures of him and porn stars mixed in with pictures of him and family member. If chocolate could turn red, that's what he would be right now.
He couldn't figure out why he was so nervous. He had sex. He had a lot of it being in the business he was. Michael was on his way up in the business and anybody who was anybody wanted to suck his cock.
Shelby had no idea who he was. When he did his usual pompous, "Have you ever heard of Mitch Stockholm?" And she shrugged her shoulders and gave an innocent, "He sounds familiar." He swooped in with a happy, "That's me. Nice to meet you, ma'am, and you are?"
Shelby looked up over her plastic rimmed glasses, her cheeks pushed them over her green eyes and she huffed, "Ma'am? Do I look that old to you? I'm big but damn, does being a big girl have to be associated with being old?" Michael blinked at her confused as to whether he really did offend her or not, Shelby belted out a laugh that made everyone in the shop look over. "I'm just messing with you, you gotta liven up! I'm Shelby." Then she proceeded to tell him about all of the pies she could make.
Shelby was about 5'7''and was so pleasantly plumped that he wanted to run his tongue around her vanilla thigh. Michael's dick jumped every she laughed. Her cleavage would jiggle causing them to pop out just a bit. He knew if he could get her to laugh some more, her nipple would slip out and say hello.
Two months. It took him two months to get to this place. After hundreds of pies being sent to his friends and family-and they were good pies--and after many turned down date proposals, she was finally saying yes to his advances. Shelby started to feel bad. He was spending so much money at her bakery that she just decided that she would go out with him.
They took a scenic road trip to LA. Once Michael found out that she had never been to LA, he told her to pack an overnight bag and he would show her around.
"What makes you think I'm going to stay over-" Shelby began to go on but Michael threw up his hands and protested.
"Nothing like that, Shelby." He laughed out, "I have a big apartment, extra rooms-" He looked at her, "I can get you a room at whatever hotel-"