The Interviewer Alexandra Paul

You know, this just goes to show you, Weird shit happens sometimes, and ya just gotta go with it.

It all started when I was working at some wannabe People magazine in LA. The perks of the job were great, meet celeberities, hit some great parties, see some great bands & performances, etc etc. The low points..well, they aren't important after the perks, now are they? Anyhow, the mag wanted to get an interview & some photos with Alexandra Paul, one of the former Baywatch Babes, so I, being what passed for the "senior journalist" at the 7 month old mag, got the assignment.

Now, I'd seen Alexandra before...on TV shows, movies, that kinda thing. She wasn't a bad lookin' woman, but for Baywatch, she was both a little thin & not very well endowed. I was kinda surprised we were even bothering with the interview, to tell the truth, since I'd not heard anything about her doing new projects...but hey, it was a pay check, so I went with it.

Just before Eddie, the photographer assigned to the job, and I left, our editor waltzes in and announces that we're to ask Alexandra if she'd be willing to do some nude shots for the magazine, and if not, to leave. Needless to say, I was a bit thrown. I mean, our mag wasn't exactly meant for the kiddie section, but it wasn't anything remotley "adult", either.

"You're joking, right?" I asked.

"Not at all."

"How the hell is that gonna look, Frank? Word travels man....you wanna keep doin' interviews & the like, this is a very bad move."

"Just do it, Jake." he ordered, and stormed out.

Well, Eddie & I arrived at Alexandra's home in no time. We climbed out, and went to the door, and were greeted by the former beach-running beauty, and then lead into the parlor of her somewhat large home to conduct our "interview". Looking at her, I now understood completely why she'd been on Baywatch. She had a down-home look to her...not at all unappealing. Her legs were simply gorgeous, her thighs just barely covered by the short black skirt she wore. The loose-fitting white top that accompanied it covered her small breasts nicely, plunging at the neckline but still showing little clevage. She smiled, and the room lit up. Sure, she might not've been the ideal Baywatch girl...but she was a looker, there was no doubt about it. Unfortunatley, I wasn't looking forward to the start of this interview...

"Um...Alexandra, I hope you don't mind if I'm blunt..." I began, glancing at her awkwardly.

"Go right ahead." she replied, her smile never fading. She propped herself up a bit more in her chair with a gracefullness that would've made just about anyone notice. The confidence that swirled about her was nearly intoxicating in it's own right, not to mention her enticing body itself.

"Well...we've been directed to ask you if you'd do a more...um...'risque' interview, and some nude pictures, and if you won't to leave."

She was obviously surprised. Her smile faded almost instantly, and she began shifting awkawrdly in her chair. At the same time though, I noticed her nipples harden almost immediatley beneath the loose-fitting, thin blouse, and thought their might just be a chance. Then I noticed the look on her face again...she was actually thinking about it!

"Okay...I'll do it. But not with both of you..." she continued, looking us both over. "You." she said finally, pointing at Eddie. "You'll have to wait out here." With that, she simply got up, and motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom. I followed, just thanking God that I'd taken those photography classes in high school....

When we reached the bedroom, Alexandra turned, motioning for me to sit down. I did, and looked at her, a little awkward in the situation. I had no idea where to begin.

"Why don't we start with the photos...get that out of the way, then do the interview?" she said, her voice a little higher pitch, either from anticipation or shyness. Either way, it was music to my ears.

"That's fine with me." I replied, quickly snapping a photo of her completley clothed, mainly for the cover. Her fingers moved to her shoes after that, pulling them off quickly, then rose to fumble with the butons on her blouse. I snapped pictures in rapid succession as more and more of her skin was bared before me, trying my damnedest to ignore the slight twitching that'd begun in my boxers. As she pulled the shirt open, revealing her small, perky breasts, I had to struggle not to moan at the sight. Her chest, despite it's lacking size, was phenominal. Her rosey nipples were definatley hard, pointing like eraser tips in the cool, air conditioned room. Sliding the shirt from her shoulders, she ran her fingers over the beautiful breasts, sighing pleasurably as she did.

"You know," she began, as my camera snapped away, absorbing the image of the amazing form before me. "I've always thought about doing this...and now that I am, it's kinda turning me on."

She smiled one of her intoxicating, innocent smiles after that, and I almost gasped as I felt my previously twitching member stand bolt upright. I saw her eyes as the moved down my body, and saw the tightness of my khaki's, and her smile grew more mischevious, yet she didn't say a word. She layed back on the bed, fiddling with the zipper of her skirt, and slowly sliding it off, much to the camera and my rock-hard cock's delight, revealing a pair of lacey red panties, cut high across the hips, showing as much of her slightly tanned skin as possible without quite being a thong. This time I couldn't help it as a slight moan escaped my lips, the sight of her fingers sliding slowly beneath the edges of the panties sending me off into my own world for a moment. Her angelic voice brought me back.

"You like this?"

"uh-huh" I mumbled, clicking away.

"Good." she smiled, this time a more seductive grin, as she slid the panties off, throwing her legs stright up in the air, and reaching to bring the lace over her ankles, giving me a beautiful shot of her pussy in the process. She turned, climbing onto all fours, looking back at the camera and wiggling her as a bit, then resumed her seated position and posed a bit more. Nothing to raunchy, but just enough to make my cock begin to throb. With every move she made, I could feel my pulse quicken. At last, the 3 rolls of film were depleted, and I set the camera down. I clicked the record button on my dictaphone, and sat down, to conduct my interview, despite the raging hard on that pressed against my zipper. She just sat on the edge of the bed, fully nude before me, legs crossed and smiling.

"Why don't you come over here?" she said, patting the bed next to her. I didn't have to be asked twice, and went. As i sat down, I felt her hands quickly roaming my body, and deep sighs as she got closer to my cock. "I'm sorry, Jake." she said. "I'm usually not so...outgoing...but doing those pictures...and seeing the reaction first hand..." she couldn't get anything else out, and leaned into kiss me. I felt her tongue probing my mouth, her hands rushing to pull my shirt over my head. I broke off our kiss long enough for it to pass between us, quickly returning to her lips. I heard her soft, inaudible moans as her nipples pressed against my chest, and began fumbling with my shoes and socks at unimaginable speed. Alexandra might not've been the hottest Baywatch babe in the land...but right now, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous woman more than anything. The smooth softness of her skin had taken over my senses, and my cock twitched everytime I felt her move. As we layed back onto the bed, I felt her hands reach for my fly, and thought I'd come right then & there.

"Let's let this guy loose, shall we?" she grinned, quickly unbottoning and unzipping my khakis, pulling them away and taking my boxers with them, revealing my rock-hard throbbing cock. I barely had time to breath before I felt her mouth consume me, the hot moisture of her saliva and the softness of her lips arousing every nerve of my body. I felt her moan, her angelic voice muffled by my cock, the vibrations of the sound ricocheting around it. Her hands worked quickly, one traveling up my body, rubbing across my chest, the other slowly rubbing and cupping my nuts, as her head bobbed along, sucking the life from my member, eagerly milking and awaiting my load. My hands rushed to the shoulder-length brown locks that were now splayed across my waist and thighs, pressing her onward, as I felt the moment coming on quickly. My own moans came slowly, methodically, but then erupted as I shot my load down her throat, much to her delight, if her moans were to mean anything.

As she sat up, her hand running over, and softly stroking my still-hard cock, she smiled again.

"God...that was wonderful!" she said, her other hand dropping to the bed, and softly running between her legs. "mmmm...and I want some more." I moaned at the thought, and didn't need to encourage her any longer as she quickly straddled me, guiding my cock inside her tight, dripping, pussy. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Her soaked snatch slid up and down on my cock like it was a hot knife through butter, and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten and grab me with every motion. I reached up, rubbing her nipples slowly as she rode me faster and faster, all the while, her eyes locked with my own. Her moans grew higher and higher by the moment until finally I felt her squeeze my member as waves of orgasms came over her. She rode me quickly as she came, her small tits bouncing like basketballs, her eyes closing tightly and yelling for more.

"Shit! Fuck me, Jake! ohhhhhhhhhhh God yes!" she cried as she jerked and hopped up and down on my cock, my hands grasping her waist and pulling her down to me harder and faster with each stroke. Finally, my cock could take no more and launched it's payload into her eager pussy with more force than I could've imagined. She collapsed quickly afterward, curling up next to me for a second...then reaching over to turn of the recorder. "mmmm...now how's that for an interview?" she grinned, reaching and stroking my now-flaccid member once again. "Care for a follow up?"