Megan Riley
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Review by DANTESF, June, 2015
I'm a relative newbie at the hobby... I'm closer to 60 than I want to admit, been married for 30+ years, completely faithful for the last 2 DECADES, But not happy or satisfied with the our sex life, or rather lack thereof, for quite a while. After lurking on TER, and drooling over the ads, I've finally taken the plunge. Not sure if I'm officially a "hobbyist", or just takin' a walk on the wild side. I do have a thing for redheads, and for big breasted women, especially ones closer to my age. When I saw Megan's ad I was instantly attracted. The variety of photos, different poses, all drew me in. The only hitch was I'm in SF and she's in Sacramento. More than an hour's drive away. My initial contact with Megan was by email. Screening and verification was standard stuff. We set a date and time via email. Since I was making a major drive, of more than one hour, I wanted to get my money's worth. So we set up a 5-hour dinner date: a little intro at her place, go out for a nice dinner, and finish with dessert back at her place. Nice! A real date with somebody new, that's been a long time for me. The night before, we spoke on the phone briefly just to confirm the plans for the next day. The next day she texted to ask about pushing the time back a bit. I was a bit reluctant because I'd have a long drive home after an even longer day, but I was hoping it would all be worth it. Correct-u-mundo! Before leaving, I texted her asking for a major intersection, fully expecting the "two call" system. She replied with her exact address and I hit the road. Halfway there she texted nicely asking me to bring some wine. I may have been out of circulation a long time, but a gentleman never shows up empty handed, day before I'd already bought wine and some dark chocolates. Now what woman doesn't like wine and chocolate? I arrived a few minutes early, and the final phone call confirmed that I was indeed at the right address. Her in-call location is a quiet residential neighborhood in Sacramento. Kids riding bikes, a neighbor watering his lawn. Very "Leave It To Beaver" place. From the final phone call, I knew she was just finishing herself up, typical woman I guess. So I let myself in like she said, opened some wine, and kind of looked around without being too snoopy. A nice house, nicely furnished, a real yard, patio furniture. A home, comfortable and safe. We kinda shouted back and forth a bit with her upstairs. I can hear her moving around, then I hear her click-clicking around upstairs, oh, she's definitely put on some high heels. Tap-tap-tap down the stairs she comes. Her long red hair hanging down over a sexy black, double breasted jacket (no, that wasn't a pun), her ample cleavage on full display. Down below a fitted black skirt, black stockings and sexy black heels. WOW! Jackpot I thought. We hugged, then kissed, and at arms length, kind of looked each other over. I had really made the right choice! The whole evening progressed very nicely, pretty much like we talked about earlier. The only downer was the seafood risotto at the restaurant didn't have enough scallops. Yeah, I'm talking about real food now, not some secret hobby code. ;-) Despite the drive, and the pricier cost of a dinner date, I'm making another trip in a week, for an even longer date. So yeah, for non-VIPs, I would definitely recommend and repeat as your hobby budget permits. VIPs read on
