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Subject: {ASSM} LeAnn Rimes - The Interviewer (MF, teen, celeb, cons, oral)
Date: Sun,  5 Aug 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any similarity between this and any
real events are cooencidental.  This story contains explicit sexual
material.  If you are easilly offended or are underage or such material is
illegal in your area stop reading now, Otherwise enjoy.

   LeAnn Rimes - The Interviewer (MF, teen, celeb, cons, oral)

   by Gyarados

   Early in the summer I packed my bags for a working holiday.  I had just
one assignment in the next month then I could spend the rest of the time
relaxing at Virginia Beach.  The last week or so had been really hard on
me. Mandy was still in Southern California and I hadn't been able to get
ahold of her in a while.  It seemed as if we were playing phone tag.  To
top it all off my last interview wasn't up to snuff and hadn't even
appeared in 'Star Review.' Mr.  Anderson told me that it might appear in a
future issue but I didn't hold out much hope.  See, I'm an artist of sorts.
I'm driven to do my best everytime.  I knew the last one was shit and
that's what hurt the most of all.

   Hopefully after this upcoming interview with LeAnn Rimes I'd get back on
track in more ways than one.  If I did a really good job, I could overcome
the past and get my head on strait all at once.

   I've always loved this area of Virginia, this is where my mom is from,
and where my grandparents still live.  It was a coming home of sorts.  Now
I know what Thomas Wolfe said about coming home but I knew that wasn't
true. You CAN go home again, and that's precisely where I was.  I was going
to take care of this interview early on then spend some time on the beach
and some visiting my grandparents.  Mandy would be coming in the latter
part of the week and I couldn't wait for my grandparent's to meet her.

   My grandparent's lived in a rather large house several blocks from the
ocean.  I drove my car up to my grandparent's house, past the mailbox that
read 'Conley', past the flowers and all the yard ornaments.  My Grandma and
Grandpa were always happy to see me and this was no exception.  Grandma
knew I was coming and had fixed a wonderful mean of roast and stewed
potatoes for supper.  It was always a feast at Grandma's and I'm sure that
most everyone has had the same experience.  Years ago when Rachel and I
were still together we had come up with a theory.  It was a Grandparent's
job to make sure that there was always food around for the kids and
grandkids to eat.  Well my Grandma defiantly did this in spades.

   That night we talked about my job, how my life was going.  They caught
me up on all the local gossip too.  I must say that most of it bored me,
but they did have some stories about some of the kids I used to hang out
with in the summer when I was little.  They also asked about Mandy and I.
They inquired about if Mandy and I were serious and if we were going to get
married soon.  I told them that it was too soon to think about marriage
yet. I think though, they really want me to settle down and give them some
great-grandkids.  I hadn't told them that Mandy was a famous singer though
with my country music loving grandparents I doubt they had ever heard of
her.  However, they had of course heard of LeAnn Rimes.  They were very
interested in my interview of her.  Grandpa even asked me if I could try to
get her autograph for him.  Later that night Grandpa told me that if he
were about 50 years younger he'd have a thing for young LeAnn Rimes.  That
night my Grandma went to bed!  around 10:30 and my Grandpa by 11:45.  I
decided to make it an early night for me and head off by 12:30.

   The next morning I awoke kinda early to the sound of bacon frying.  I
went down stairs and Grandma had fixed me breakfast.  I eat quickly and
headed out to the beach were I was to find LeAnn.  She wasn't hard to spot.
Dispite the crowd it was easy to spot such a beauty.  Particularly when she
tried not to flaunt it.  Apparently LeAnn was still in that I'm-not-pretty
phase.  She wore a simple one piece swimsuit that covered her quite
modestly when most the other girls on the beach anywhere around her age
wore bikini's that left almost nothing to the imagination.  Her simple
Bodyglove one piece was almost solid dark purple with just the white
Bodyglove logo breaking up the color scheme.  Her flowing blonde hair
cascaded down her back.  Even if she didn't think she was as good looking
as the other girls she was as good looking as any of them.  In fact I
couldn't find any looking quite as good as her despite the other girl's
displays of skin.

   I walked over to LeAnn.  She saw me and motioned me over towards her. 
We had met some time ago when I was covering the Grammy's so she knew me on
sight.  "Brian, so good to see you again," She said as she rose from the
ground to give me a hug.

   "Good to see you again too LeAnn," I replied as I hugged her then shook
the sand off of me.  "Your looking as lovely as ever."

   "Are you always such a smooth talker Brian?"

   "So I've been told."

   "It works for you.  Don't ever change." We both sat down on LeAnn's
beach towel.  I pulled out my trusty pen and paper, for once being thankful
I never went high-tech.  The sand, surf, and sun would have played havoc
with a laptop.  The interview was pretty good.  I already knew enough to
fudge my way through this one with what I've read on her and what we'd
talked about in the past but aside from being a wee bit unethical it was
also a cop out.  I asked some question that I don't think she'd been asked
very often.  She was very open even with some of my more probing questions.

   When I put my pen and paper away signaling the end of the interview
LeAnn asked me, "Did you bring a swimsuit?"

   "Um, Sure.  Why?"

   "I've been on the beach all day, I really want to get into the water,
but I don't wanna go alone."

   "Why not?  I've not got anything more pressing than spending time with a
beautiful woman." LeAnn blushed at my comment.  I took off my T-shirt and
jeans revealing my speedoes.  No I don't think I'm the best physical
specimen of male physique but I know I'm not bad.  I work out a lot and try
to keep myself trim.  When LeAnn saw my in my speedoes she started to
blush. Apparently she found my in my trunks as good as I found her in her
swimsuit.

   We both ran into the water.  If LeAnn had looked good on land well then
in the water she look like a mermaid must have to a sailor who'd been at
see for a year.  Her hair was matted down by the water and it clung to her
tightly, so did her swimsuit.  Both her hair and her suit accentuated each
and every curve of her body.  We must have lost track of time because
before we knew it there was a storm on the way.  We looked up and the sky
was fairly dark yet not like before a long storm.  Never the less the beach
cleared out quickly leaving me and LeAnn alone on the beach just as the
downpour started.

   Neither LeAnn nor I wanted to leave the beach.  Somehow we ended up
huddled together for warmth.  Even in summer a storm can sap the heat out
of a body.  LeAnn was shivering in my arm and I ran my hands up and down
her arms to keep her warm.  LeAnn turn to look at me and then before we
knew what was happening, our lips met.  The kiss was tentative at first
then became bolder as the shock of our lips meeting faded.  The rain pelted
our skin as our tongue entertwined.  LeAnn pushed me over landing on top of
me.

   "I want you, Brian." She whispered in my ear.  I've always been helpless
when it comes to resisting beautiful women.  I looked down and saw her
pulling my speedoes down.  My cock was already halfway erect when she
tugged the speedoes off me.  Hungrily LeAnn wrapped her tongue around my
cock.  It started to grown in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around
the tip.  When I reached the full nine inches of my maleness LeAnn tried to
deepthroat me.  She stuffed half of my massive member into her mouth and
then she could get no more.  She Sucked on it for all she was worth.  After
not even five minutes of this I knew I couldn't last much longer.  I pulled
LeAnn off my cock and back towards me.  We worked together until her
swimsuit was out of her body.  We lay there naked on the beach in a
downpour looking into each other's eyes for a long while then finally I
pulled her to me sending my meaty member deep inside her.  LeAnn shuttered
as my nine incher filled her so completel!  y.  We slowly rocked back and
forth Varying out tempo slightly to give us both maximum pleasure.  In a
few minutes I was cumming deep inside the teenage country singer.  As I
exploded I felt LeAnn ripped by a violent orgasm.  She screamed my name
loudly.  A few minutes after our encounter we sat there holding each other
naked.  We got dressed just before the storm broke and the people returned
to the beach.  Some roomers got started from this in the tabloids.  For
once they had a true story.  Of course LeAnn and I both vehemently denied
that.

   Late that evening I returned to my grandparent's for dinner.  "Grandma,
Grandpa!" I said, "Set another place at the table.  We've got a guest." I
walked through the door.  "Grandpa.  Let me introduce LeAnn."



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