Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter (2 page)

He shrugged. “That they’re about to taste something
delicious, tempting…”

“There you go. Delicious Temptations.”

He blinked and licked his lips, as though savoring the
new title. “Wow. That’s good. You’re good.” He looked around his store as if
with new eyes. “Tell you what. Just for that great piece of advice, I’ll let
you have any dessert. On the house.”

Minx squealed and shot a finger at the display case. “Truffle!”

Gretel’s heart warmed at how much Hansel appreciated
her advice.

Hansel used a pair of tongs to delicately pick up the
chocolate ganache round ball. “Yeah, I noticed you were eyeing that one.” He
placed it on a square of wax paper and handed it to Minx. “How about you, Gretel?”

“I like just about everything here.”

“Truffle? Licorice? Taffy? Popsicle?”

“Definitely not a popsicle. I love that it’s low-fat
and low-calorie, but I don’t like the feel of cold food in my mouth. I hate
popsicles. Only if my life depended on it would I suck on a popsicle.”

“Got it. No popsicles.”

Gretel scanned the store. “It all looks delicious. What
do you recommend?”

With the tongs, he removed another truffle from the
display case. “This one’s my favorite. It’s semi-sweet Belgian chocolate
blended with pure, natural peppermint oil, and dusted with cocoa.”

Gretel decided to be bold. If Minx could be flirtatious,
so could she. “The ends of the tongs are wrapped around it. Can you hold it up
in your hand so I can see it better?”

He held the chocolate between his fingers, close to her
face. She took his hand in both of hers, brought his fingers to her lips, and
as she looked into his eyes, she took a slow bite of the truffle. He gulped and
his nostrils flared. The taste of the chocolate was almost as good as the look
on his face.

Minx whistled. “God, that was hot.”

Gretel whispered. “Do you have a pen?”

He glanced down at his crotch, then returned to her
gaze. “You mean a real pen?” He smiled and placed the other half of the
chocolate in his mouth, patted his pants pockets, and retrieved a blue
ball-point pen.

Gretel smirked, and wrote on the back of the store’s business
card. When she offered it to him, she gave him her look-sexy-for-the-camera
pose. “Call me if you want more advice. I can always use some of your delicious
temptations.”

That day, Hansel had taken her card in those strong,
thick workman fingers of his. He had called her the very next day, and several
dates later Gretel got to experience first-hand what those same strong fingers
could do to her. Those fingers of his now played a major role in her fantasies.
She imagined him inserting his digits up her dress as they sat on a park bench,
or wiggling inside her as they watched a movie, or filling her two or three at
a time as they sat at a dinner table. The most common fantasy that brought on
unbearable arousal was being fingered right there in the candy shop with Minx
standing by, transfixed by Gretel’s writhing body, watching her come.

***

The cab pulled over. Gretel removed her fingers from
between her thighs, pushed down her dress, paid the cab fair, and left the taxi
to meet Hansel at his place.

As far as she could remember, he was the first man to
listen to what she said and respect her thoughts without being distracted by
her body. At least, there were some times when he wasn’t distracted by her
body. Okay, so he was the first man with a luscious body of his own that
listened to her… most of the time. And when he did listen to her and take her
advice, she saw the power of her ideas manifest into successful results in his
business. It made her feel more significant than being just a model.

Remembering their first meeting during the cab ride over
got her hot as hell. Especially the way the cab driver pretended not to notice.
If only she could have an audience for all her sexual activity. But as far as
Hansel was concerned, she knew an audience would just freak him out.

With the thrill of having the wet evidence of her
arousal just under her dress in public, she stepped to the building. She had
thought she could take care of herself in the cab before arriving, but that was
not the case. Hansel would just have to help her out, then.

She quickly buzzed his room from the front door of the
apartment building.

“Yes?” His voice sounded more nasal than usual. Probably
the effects of the intercom.

“I need your cock. Now.”

There was some silence. Then, “Who is this?”

Shit! She hung up the phone and quickly found the right
buzzer button.

“Hello?”

“This Hansel?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m hot and need you inside of me.”

“You can’t be here. My fiancée is on her way.”

She laughed. The door buzzed and she was able to open
it.

She knew Hansel well enough to know that he would never
cheat on her. They had already talked about what to do if ever there came a
time when one of them found someone else attractive. They would bring it up
right away, before the possibility of an affair could start. Hansel had said
that if he found himself wanting another woman, he would say to Gretel, “I’m
having bad thoughts.” Then they’d talk about what it is that’s missing in their
relationship, making him think these extramarital thoughts. They’d work out what
to do to change it.

So Gretel knew their love was safe. The biggest threat
came from her parents. She couldn’t believe they did a background check on him.
When they found out his grandfather had been a Nazi, and his parents weren’t so
savory either, they had a cow. Hell, they had an entire cattle ranch, the way
they scolded her choice of husband. What bothered her most was how they seemed
more concerned about the Kaplan family reputation than the anti-semitism of Hansel’s
family.

She got on the elevator and pressed for the fourth
floor. As the elevator climbed, she set her purse down on the floor, pulled her
arms out from the sleeves of her red dress, scooched the dress down to her
belly, and took off her bra.

The elevator slowed. Why was it slowing down? The
elevator was supposed to go to the fourth floor, not the second.

Maybe someone else was getting on.

Gretel quickly put her arms back through the dress
sleeves, and adjusted her breasts inside the dress as the elevator doors began
to open. She picked up her purse and rushed her hands behind her back to hide
her bra.

A short nerdy-looking guy wearing glasses got on. He
seemed preoccupied with his thoughts.

As the elevator continued its ascent, he suddenly
looked confused.

“We’re going up?” he said.

“Yes.”

“So, did you just come from downstairs?”

“Yes. I’m here to see my fiancé.”

“Oh.” He paused before saying, “Did you see another
woman down there at the front door?”

Gretel’s face suddenly burned hot. Her scalp itched
silly as she realized this man was the one she accidentally buzzed.

“Uh…I think so.”

Thankfully, the elevator doors opened.

“Okay. Thanks.” He suddenly looked distracted by
something on the floor. “You dropped…uh…something.”

Gretel looked down and saw her bra lying there. “Oh.
Thanks!” She scooped it up quickly and scratched her itching head.

She made her way to Hansel’s room and knocked on the
door.

Her luscious man answered wearing only a towel around
his waist.

“Housekeeping,” she said. “I’m here to collect your
used towels.”

“You can start with this one.” He yanked off his towel
and threw it in her face.

She giggled as she caught it.

There was the sound of a door opening behind her.

Hansel said, “Oh, hi, Mrs. Gergenstein.”

Gretel turned around and saw an elderly lady standing
in the doorway of the apartment across the hall.

Her face looked like she had just witnessed a
demonstration of an inflatable dildo. Not every girl gets to see Hansel naked,
but Gretel decided not to be jealous this time. Instead, she got out of the way
to give the lady a better view.

Mrs. Gergenstein went back inside her apartment and
closed the door. Gretel and Hansel laughed.

Hansel gestured with his hand. “Come on in. The water’s
fine.”

Inside, Gretel threw her purse onto the floor, slammed
the front door shut, and grabbed Hansel by his cock as she kissed him.

He returned the kiss, passionate and hungry.

She knelt down, squeezing his cock, seeking to bring it
to life, preparing it for her lips.

“No, no.” Hansel said.

“Hansel, I want to.” Why wouldn’t he let her give him a
blow job. She was practically a little too-well known in high school for her
famous blow jobs. She kept that bit of trivia about her past a secret from Hansel.
He didn’t need to know that. But she did want to show him how good she could
please him.

He helped her stand up.

“Come here,” he said. He leaned her against the wall
and kissed her again. She let her thighs separate to send him an invitation.
That invite was successfully delivered. She felt his hand caressing the inside
of her thigh, lifting her dress.

His other hand yanked down her neckline and he took a
nipple into his mouth.

Gretel sighed at the rhythm of his tongue, twirling in
time to the fingers circling her clit.

She held his head to her chest. A tingling rush filled
her breast, her nipple popping awake. One of his hands kneaded the flesh of her
rear. His other hand still pressing swirls at that tip between her folds.

Kneading and pressing, kneading and pressing. This was
one man who knew how to apply his love of making confections to his
love-making.

Two of those strong fingers of his found their way
inside her. She gasped. Hansel kissed her neck. She arched her back, threw back
her head giving him more access to her neck, and felt the pounding of his
fingers inside her. Her body sizzled at his kisses.

“Come inside me,” she breathed.

“Later.” He kept right on pummeling her with his hand.

Why wasn’t he entering her? Why was he resisting?
Is there something wrong with me?
This
wasn’t the first time he pushed away her advances. For the first time, she
wondered if her Jewish heritage held him back. She didn’t think so. Could it
have been he was gay? Still in the closet, even to himself? All the hunks she
worked with in the fashion field were gay.

Hansel was now impaling her faster, thrusting those
fingers into her hard. A rising swell threatened to crash and wash over her
soon.

Good.

***

Marissa steadied the sniper weapon through the open
window. Hansel’s back was visible as he pressed his fiancée Gretel to the wall.

They would be her first civilian targets. And her last
job. No longer working for the government as an assassin of foreign leaders in
the military, she had to find other work. Eliminating was her best skill. But
her past had chewed into her conscience. A few more targets, she had told
herself. Just to get her by until she found something else.

A civilian hit, however, was different than a
government assignment. She had to be sure, absolutely sure her targets deserved
to die. So far, from all her reconnaissance on the couple, her only desire to
kill them came from the jealousy she felt for seeing them so happy together. If
only she could be in a relationship of her own without her past getting in the
way.

Marissa lined up the cross-hairs to Gretel’s forehead.
With Gretel eliminated, there may be a chance to scoop up Hansel as an eligible
bachelor.

She looked at Gretel’s blissful face. Beautiful. A professional
model. A stunning girl with everything going for her, Marissa guessed. What
would it be like to remove Hansel from the picture and seduce Gretel, instead?

The idea of either one dying sickened her. Her plan was
to first evaluate the targets. If the targets did not seem worthy of
elimination she would refund the deposit to those that hired her. Marissa told
herself not to get emotional and stick with the plan. Return the money. But the
truth sat cold in her chest. If she returned the payments she received for the
job, Hansel and Gretel would likely be hunted by another hired gun. She
banished the harsh thoughts and returned to her voyeuristic reconnaissance.

Through the scope, Marissa could see naked Hansel, firm
butt and all, standing between Gretel’s bare legs. The hem of Gretel’s dress
had been raised above her waist. It didn’t look like he had his cock inside
her, though. Hansel was practically lifting her off the floor with his hand
disappearing between her thighs. He was using that same muscle arm he had used
to get himself off in the shower. Though Gretel looked in ecstasy, there was
something about her face. Off in thought. Wondering.

Poor girl.

Gretel probably didn’t understand why he wasn’t hammering
her with his dick. She didn’t know he had already taken care of himself just
before she came in. Too soon to get it up again.

He could just tell her that, tell her he jacked himself
off. But maybe he was one of those guys who didn’t feel comfortable telling his
girlfriend about his sinful showers with Rosy Palm. In which case, she could
easily call him on it and ask why he isn’t getting hard. But maybe she’s afraid
of hearing the answer. Afraid that the answer has something to do with her not
being good enough or some such ridiculous thought.

They clearly had a communication problem about their
sexual issues.

Marissa lowered the scope from Gretel’s juxtaposed
expression of ecstasy and concern down to Hansel’s shoulder blades. With a
carefully placed shot, she could kill both targets with one bullet.

She lowered her gun further. Hansel now stood a bit to
the side allowing Marissa the vision of him thrusting his fingers in and out of
Gretel. Her pussy looked exquisite as those slick fingers slipped through it. The
full picture was complemented by Hansel’s tight ass.