by Liz Adams
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 fold
s.
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.
Marissa lowered the rifle. Examined the barrel and grip, and all that the tool stood for in her life. She made a firm decision. Time to make some passports.
***
Gretel felt relief by the middle of the night. Hansel did have sex with her. It took a night of dinner and dancing to get him started, but once she felt him grinding his hard-on against her on the dance floor, they almost didn’t get to his bedroom fast enough before he was pumping inside of her.
The sex was frantic, passionate. Gretel knew that any question of his sexual orientation was folly. Until the conversation that was to follow.
In bed, Gretel breathed deep to catch her breath. Her pussy was still buzzing. Hansel’s cum still dripped from inside of her onto the sheets.
Hansel asked, “Have you ever…been with a woman?”
The question shocked her. Why was he asking? Sure, she had one or two exploratory fantasies growing up, but she never experienced, and would never allow herself to experience, lesbian sex. But that wasn’t why he was asking.
“No,” Gretel said. She had never been with a woman. And she knew that the real reason he asked was because he wanted her to ask him if he had ever been with a man. That was one conversation she was just not ready for, yet.
He seemed to be waiting for Gretel to say more. To ask that question. She said nothing. Kissed him goodnight and turned over in bed.
***
Hansel had trouble sleeping. When he had asked Gretel if she had been with another woman, he was hoping she’d say yes. The idea of seeing her with another woman was so hot. He would have loved to hear stories about the bouts of lesbian sex she had. And she hesitated, as if she was going to say something more. Was she keeping it a secret from him? Did she think he would be displeased if she had been with women?
Hansel heard a sound coming from the apartment door. Clicks sounded as if there was something going on with the lock. Did the door just open? Hansel quietly slipped out from the bed. Gretel was fast asleep. Fantasies of slipping his cock in her mouth popped in his head and then just as quickly popped out when images chimed in of her sneezing her teeth closed onto his dick.
The moonlight creeping through the windows made everything in the apartment easy to see. He made his way to the living room and looked around. Nothing.
He turned to the kitchen. An arm grabbed him from behind and planted a smelly cloth over his mouth. Hansel fought, but the arm kept a strong hold over his mouth and he felt dizzy. A sleep he couldn’t ignore took over. He submitted to the darkness.
***
A sharp odor hit him to consciousness.
Hansel squinted his eyes open, working to get accustomed to the light.
“Rise and shine sleepyhead,” a female voice said. “Pardon the smelling salts, but they get the job done.”
Where was he? The surroundings looked familiar. An aroma of spices and sugar began to replace the stink of the smelling salts. He recognized the factory. His candy store.
And he was tied to a chair.
His heart beat faster. Tugging at the thin ropes only proved how taught they were. “What the hell?”
Some redheaded woman in a black spandex catsuit with a zipper in the front stood before him. The catsuit accentuated her full breasts, narrow waist, firm ass, and a line between the front of her thighs so tight he could see the cleft of her pussy. Actually, this could prove to be interesting. Was this a game Gretel devised? Where was Gretel? He turned his head and saw Gretel wide-eyed sitting beside him. She was tied up in her own chair, squirming inside her white blouse and red skirt against the binds.
The woman in the catsuit pointed a finger at Gretel when addressing her. “Remember what I said about talking to your man.” She pounced
upon the counter where Hansel prepared the store’s confections, and she stepped along the marble top past the small plastic buckets of chocolate chips, caramel chips, peanut butter cups, to the maraschino cherries.
Gretel looked like she wanted to tell him something, but her eyes darted to Ms. Catsuit and Gretel kept quiet.
“We are going to have so much fun.” The mysterious woman bent over keeping her legs straight. The way her stance looked so inviting, Hansel hoped to hell this was planned by Gretel, but a sinking feeling in his gut suggested it was wishful thinking. After retrieving a cherry, the woman strutted along the counter like it was a catwalk back to where they sat.
She hopped onto the floor and leaned against the counter, placing the cherry between her teeth.
Hansel noticed he and Gretel were both tied in the same manner, each limb separately bound. One ankle tied to one chair leg, the other ankle tied to the other front chair leg, the hands tied behind their backs. Their legs, waist and torso were free, but impossible to move.
He was dressed in his tuxedo. His bow tie draped undone, and his cumber bun was on upside-down, but other than that, he was wearing the complete tuxedo perfectly, down to the studs and cufflinks.
Under Gretel’s white blouse and red skirt, she seemed to also have a bra on. Last he saw her, she was naked in his bed. So how did they get dressed? When did they get dressed? Hansel wasn’t sure. He had no memory of putting on clothes. But by the way his bow tie hung loose as a ribbon around his neck and his cumber bun was on upside down, he knew someone dressed him in these clothes. Someone who didn’t know how to tie a bow tie. Someone who didn’t know which side of a cumber bun was right side up.
Ms. Catsuit watched him with a Cheshire grin, keeping the cherry between her teeth. She must have been enjoying his confusion and probably had the answer to all his questions. The woman bit down on the cherry, chewed, and swallowed.
She walked to Gretel’s seat, her hips teasing side to side. Her beautiful face and sensual movements likely belied her wicked motives. She bent over to place her face beside’s Gretel’s, both of them facing me cheek-to-cheek. “Doesn’t she look beautiful in this skirt and blouse? And you look delicious in that tuxedo. I like my toys gift-wrapped.” She stood up straight. “I never could figure out how to get that bow tie tied properly.” Ms. Catsuit approached Hansel with a “fuck me” facial expression. “Before I reveal why I have you here, I must confess that I’ve never had targets as gorgeous as you.”