Review - Holly @ Allure

[zerojohnnyx]

I like this place. The Prezidential motorcade made a couple of wrong turns and was a few minutes late. I had called from my cell, so they knew about it. The Allure manager and Holly were both understanding even though they had to stay OT. The decor is perhaps less Las Vegas like than some places, but it is well kept comfortable and the mirrors still work very well. Friendly atmosphere. Abundant hot water and a nice set up.

Holly - "The Organic Babe" This is the kind of woman you might want to ride a kayak down the rapids with and have yogurt and Grape Nuts for breakfast. I can picture Holly wearing nothing but a flannel shirt, natural but sexy as hell standing in front of a roaring fireplace at a cabin. Perhaps mid to late 20's, Holly has lovely and amazingly smooth skin. Soft colors like a strawberry blonde. It must be the Grape Nuts. A pretty girl with small town roots that lives well in the big city now. Long natural looking hair and makeup. The kind of girl you would join an amateur theater company or go to an art festival in cottage country to meet.

The Routine - Nice conversation and good quality massage warm up that de-stressed the Prez. Complete with foot manipulation, arm stretches, brow massage, and vigorous and envigorating full body judo chops. I shut up, let my mind relax, and let her glide me along on this journey. This young lady has some moves.

The Fun Part - A little more tease in the launch transition would work well, but sliding was good as we oiled up the kayak and began our voyage down river. It is good to check under the kayak for boulders once in a while and I would recommend that to Holly. Very nice lead in to some nasty sexy talk from Holly as my kayak picked up speed sliding along those rapids and began a smooth journey through the mountains.

There was an alternating buildup and then slowing of speed as we t**********sed this part of the rapids as my kayak was pushed and pulled by the enveloping currents. The Prez did not want to arrive at the Lodge ahead of schedule. The Prez was was still on the lookout for that illusive undertow. Perhaps next time. At this point the Prez gave up trying to hold the kayak back and let it gain speed and began to surrender to the excitement of nature, as any good woodsman would. As a beaver dam loomed directly front of me, my narrow boat flew up and over as we crashed through the last stretch of pounding white spray and arrived at the placid quiet lake at the lodge.

Probable repeat. Holly can handle a kayak. Irish strawberry blondes are cool.

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