Megan Riley
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Review by BIMMERGUY, November, 2003
I met Megan a few months ago when she posted an ad on TER's SF board announcing a planned trip north from her usual LA location. She may have mentioned something about needing some nice gentlemen to pad her Union Square Victoria's Secret shopping budget. One click on her ad link, another few at her website into her gallery, and I KNEW I'd found my mission! We traded emails, discovered we'd shared some European travel experiences, but the timing didn't work for either of us then. I guess we both filed things away in our mental hard drives, because a few months later when I realized I'd be in the LA Basin, alone, I contacted her again; she obviously remembered me even though she'd deleted my responses to her survey form. We agreed on a dinner date and refined our plans with a few more discreet emails over the intervening few weeks before my trip. The evening of our date she was to meet me at my hotel. She arrived about 20 minutes late, but she'd had a long drive and was very apologetic. We drove the mile or two up PCH to Aqua and enjoyed an exquisite meal during which the conversation rarely even hinted at what was to come - but once or twice during the meal she excused herself to the ladies room, offering me the chance to observe her in motion in her as she strode away, then back. A LOVELY site! Back to my hotel, with a few affectionate but non-sexual caresses and light kisses along the way, and FINALLY we were inside the door of my room. She noticed I'd brought candles and Champagne, expressed her appreciation, and retired to the bathroom, returning in very sexy lingerie. One or two sips of Champagne, then off to the races.