Otto Gerbert - Oral Zone

Actually, only one of the staff really welcomed her presence. That lone figure proved to be a young Spanish-American who functioned in a variety of roles. He had finished college and was a good accountant. But there wasn't enough to keep him busy with just that, so he would handle any job that needed doing. On occasion, he even delivered cars to the leasors when things were jammed up.

Sy said over and over that young Les was the single most valuable employee he had. The two men hit it off from the first and a great friendship built up between them. It was only natural that Helen started inviting Les over for dinners and little get togethers at her home. Of course, Sy was always on hand for these, too. Helen really had no ulterior motive in mind… at first.

The thing that precipitated Helen's interest in the handsome young Latin was a special dinner she had planned for Les and Sy on a Friday evening. Helen busied herself in the kitchen all afternoon, preparing a fanciful tamale casserole she had discovered at a local Mexican dining spot. The chef had graciously given her the recipe and she was all excited at the idea of serving the specialty to her favorite guest.

Dinner was to be served promptly at six. The car agency usually locked its doors a little earlier on Friday to give the employees a chance to get to the bank which stayed open till six on that one evening each week.

At six sharp, the doorbell rang and Helen hurried to see who it could be. Sy would never ring, she knew, and inasmuch as Les was coming home with him at the same time, it had to be some other caller. She was surprised to open the door and find the handsome Les standing there. He hastily explained so she wouldn't worry over Sy's absence.

"Sy got trapped," Les said as he moved inside to politely shake hands with Helen as they always did upon meeting. "The big boss of the electronics plant flew in unexpectedly this afternoon and he insisted Sy go to cocktails with him to settle the deal on the fleet."

Helen's disappointment was compensated in some measure by the knowledge that the particular transaction under question was the single largest fleet negotiation her husband's firm had set up. It called for sixty brand new vehicles per year over a five year span. Needless to say, a. dinner was a small penalty to pay for clinching such a bonanza.

Both Les and Helen decided they would wait at least an hour in hope that Sy might be able to break away from his client. To pass the time, Helen served cocktails and the two friends sat in the living room sipping their drinks and listening to a long-play Mexican record that Tony had presented her with some weeks earlier. The mood was pleasant and the two chatted in the easy fashion of people who like one another.

Shortly before seven o'clock, the phone rang. It was Sy. He was stuck with his client and they were going to a local steak house to have dinner while they threshed out the final details on the big transaction.

"Don't wait for me, hon," Sy said over the phone to Helen. "You and Leg go ahead and eat. I'll get there sometime before midnight, I hope. Explain to Les how it is. And sure to tell him it's a lead-pipe cinch. The deal's as good as in the bag!"

Les was disappointed that his best friend was unable to eat with them but he was excited and happy over the fact that the all-vital contract was about to be sealed. They finished their drinks and then Helen served the dinner. She was an excellent

cook and she had outdone herself in order to please Les. The tamale casserole was delicious and Les couldn't praise it enough. For dessert, Helen served chilled pineapple cubes in orange liquor and the entire thing was topped off with strong coffee.

Helen looked even more striking than usual. She was wearing a lot cut black gown that accented her full breasts. Her slightest move created an interesting action to the big, milkywhite domes restrained by the tight-fitting fabric. Helen brought out yet another after-dinner drink. This was a brandy from Spain. It was amber-colored and thick. And potent. So potent that when Les took his first sip, he overdid it and had to gasp momentarily for air.

"Man!" he blinked at Helen. "That'll turn anybody on in a big rush, believe me!" "Really?" Helen studied him. "You mean it affects you?"

"You can say that again," Les chuckled. "One of those and you feel like you want to start singing important documents!"

"Then, I'd better not give any to my Sy," Helen sighed. "That's all he seems to want out of life lately… just a chance to engage in more business.".

"You should be happy over it, Helen," Les sai_. "Look bow nicely you're able to live because of Sy's business drive."

"Well, there's more to life than just business," Helen said slowly. "It's not everything… money, that is."

"No, it isn't," Les agreed. "Good health is at least two percent of it, too!" He chuckled at his own little gag, but Helen's reaction was less.

"I sometimes wish my Les would take it a little easier in business and save some of his strength for me," she sat a little straighter so that her rich breasts looked even fuller. "I don't think he's made love to me for nearly two weeks now." Lea wisely refrained from comment and Helen went on. "I miss romance. After all, I'm a woman

"I'll buy that," Les lifted his glass in admiring manner to her charms. He sipped the rest of the drink. Helen got up and poured his glass full despite his protests.

"I'm beginning to get inferiority lately, the way Sy neglects me… in bed, that is." She eyed Les. "Tell me, Les, does he have another girl on the string somewhere? Honestly, now?"

"Definitely not! Les leapt to defend his friend. "Sy's in love with you, and you alone. I'd be one of the first to know if he ever had other interests. We work together most of the time as you know. Rest easy, Helen. You've nothing to worry about!"

Helen moved over and sat close to him. She peered into his eyes with great intensity. She put her left hand gently on his knee and it was all he could do to pretend that it wasn't affecting him.

"Could it be me, Les?" she asked without taking her eyes from him.

Helen clarified. She was a little nearer and he could smell the fragrance of her perfume. Her great tits were almost touching his arm.

"Helen, if you had any more sex appeal, they'd have to put you behind a glass partition to keep the men away," Les said gallantly. "Take my word for it… you've got everything! In spades!"

"You're just saying that to make me feel good," Helen shook her head. She lifted her lips to his and gently kissed him. He tensed, then held still. But he made no move to return the action. Helen drew back and sighed. "See… even my kisses don't get a response!" She shook her head. "Let's face it, I'm all washed up."

"That's not so, Helen!" Les hastily jumped to ease the situation. "Believe me, I've got to fight hard to remember that you're married to my best friend!"

"Okay, Les, okay," Helen said softly. "You've proven that you're faithful to Sy. Now, prove that you can be faithful to me, too." 'She pressed her lips against his once more. Now, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him with more intent. Her tongue began insinuating its length into his mouth. He tried to clench his lips together tightly to avoid the act, but she worked swiftly and skillfully. She darted her tongue back and forth with remarkable force. Les did his best to end the contact, but she was relentless. She tightened her arms around him and her great breasts were forced upward as she drew him closer. Then, abruptly, she released him and Les thought it was over. Secretly, he was relieved. He didn't like the idea of cheating on his friend, Sy.

"Un-zip me, please," Helen had turned her back to Les and he stared at the creamy whiteness of her shoulders in a semi-dazed manner. She had never indicated any sexual interest in him prior to this moment and-it was more than he could assimilate so swiftly. "Come on, slow-poke," she chided as she waited. Nothing happened. She took matters in her own hands. She deftly reached behind and un-zipped herself. Now, she turned to reveal her magnificent breasts over the semi-bra that helped hold them up. The bra did not cover the nipples and with her left hand she raised one of the massive breasts up toward Les's lips. "Try it for size," she whispered. He was still un-cooperative, so she placed the huge nipple directly against his mouth.