"Hansel, we've been out driving since early morning. It's almost noon and my bum is sore from the hard wood on the cart. Can't we stop for just a bit?"
"Of course, my love, of course." Hansel stopped the cart and helped Gretel down to the ground with him, planting a light kiss on her ruby red lips. "And ... I have a treat for you."
"You do!" Oh, how she loved treats and surprises, even if she had to sit in the hard cart for hours to get one.
Hansel hummed to himself. Yes, one way or the other he and Gretel would do the horizontal quatrain ... Hmm, well maybe not the quatrain, but he knew what he meant--whatever dance was the rage in the Village by the Dark Forest, but that they would do it, horizontally. Reaching into the cart, he pulled out a soft blanket, a bottle of wine and a small bag. The items in one hand, Gretel's hand in the other, he led her a bit deeper into the Dark Forest. After finding a proper clearing to picnic, and seduce, Hansel spread out the blanket while Gretel took in their surroundings.
She'd lived near the Dark Forest her entire life, but had never really ventured into it. Everyone knew that it wasn't a good idea to come so far in, but Hansel was not only handsome, he was strong and smart and he'd protect her.
When Hansel proudly set down the bottle of wine and pulled out the bread and cheese he'd brought, Gretel sat beside him.
As they ate their little picnic, Gretel couldn't decide if she was so nervous because they were actually pretty deep in the Dark Forest or because she was alone with Hansel. He'd been a gentleman until this point, but she knew he wanted to bed her. But she could not, would not, before they wed.
Little conversation passed between them during the meal. Hansel looking for a way to bring up his desire for intimacy with her, while Gretel thought on what he might want. The meal finished, Hansel poured the last bit of wine. He didn't want Gretel drunk, but something had to bring down her defenses. He leaned over and trailed his lips down her cheek to her jaw, moving to her mouth. At first he planted little kisses on them, moving along the edge before capturing her in a hot, passionate kiss. His tongue moved past her lips and, while at first she tried to push his tongue out with hers, Gretel soon started to enjoy not only the sensations in her lips and mouth, but lower down, at the apex of her womanhood; she felt a most delicious tingling.
Hansel prolonged the kiss, delving deeper as he moved his hand to her breast. At first he stroked the outer edge lightly, before moving inward to finally caress the peak. As his thumb began to caress her nipple, he shifted to bring his leg across hers, his lips and tongue still dancing with Gretel's. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved against her, showing her the dance their hips would do once they were joined in sexual passion. He pulsed back and forth against her, feeling himself getting harder and harder, his own nipples hardening at the desire raging through him. His hand moved lower, and he began to slide his hand up under her blouse. Slowly, surely, his hand moved, his hips rocked against hers, and then he slid on top of her, parting her legs so he could lay between them while showing her just how big and hard he was.
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