Macy Madison had been on my radar for a while. I like her quirky posts on the discussion boards, and, having read her reviews, I knew that having an incredible experience was a sure thing. She posted some touring dates recently, and they matched up with my travel schedule. So, I sent her a PM through TER asking if we could meet. Her communication was prompt and succinct, and before long, we both had the information we needed to feel comfortable with our plan to spend a few hours together.
As we had arranged, Macy texted me her hotel information the morning of the day we were going to meet. The hotel was in the suburbs outside of Harrisburg and was perfectly nice. I will describe it as fancy enough to have a bar in the lobby, but no restaurant. I arrived at the hotel about five minutes before our appointed time and sent her a text message letting her know I was in the lobby, and to give me her room number when she was ready. I also asked her if she wanted anything from the bar, and I ended up bringing her a bottle of Sprite.
I dropped her Sprite into my bag, which also included a nice bottle of California cab sauv, a sealed box of my preferred condoms and an enveloped containing the agreed upon donation. For discretion, I slipped the envelope into a prospectus for a mutual fund--I find that putting the envelope into a magazine or something makes more comfortable with the appearance of my little bag, and it's an easy way to get rid of junk mail (just make sure it doesn't have your name or address on it).
I took the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel and found her room. I knocked softly, and she immediately answered the door hiding behind it as I walked in. She closed the door behind me, and I finally got to see her in person. She was wearing a lacy black one-piece, and nothing else.
She greeted me with a hug and a brief but tantalizing kiss. I then extracted my donation from my bag and set it on the dresser. I got out the bottle of wine, and she offered to open it. I asked if I could use the bathroom to freshen up, to which she cheerfully agreed. I undressed and went into the bathroom. I'd shaved and taken a shower before I left, but I wanted to get a warm wash cloth and take care of any unpleasantness that may have developed on the drive to her hotel.
When I came out, we sat on the bed and talked for a while, getting to know each other a little. The ambience was very relaxing. No lights on in the room, about a dozen candles, and we enjoyed the wine that I'd brought.
Before too long, I asked if I she would remove the one-piece that she was wearing. She cheerfully assented, and I got to take in her nakedness. She is not a skinny girl, but every inch of her was total sex machine. I could feel myself stirring a little. She came over and got close to me on the bed and we started kissing.
Here's the part where you non-VIP guys should have ponied up the few bucks for full membership here.