It was back in the days when I had my groceries delivered by the supermarket, and I would order a full week's basic shop for delivery once a week, usually on a Saturday morning. Because I used the same store and ordered delivery for the same time every week, I usually got the same delivery driver.

In my case, it was a very pleasant and sexy woman named Annie, a lovely slim redhead, around the mid to late thirties I would guess, maybe younger. She was certainly friendly enough. After the first two or three weeks we were on first name terms, and when I offered her coffee it started to be accepted, so we would have a drink and a quick gossip once the groceries had been unloaded.

She had even started arranging it so I was her last delivery for that van-load, so she could go back to the store after our coffee, to get ready for her next round of deliveries. It had reached the stage where she would knock and then just walk in, knowing that because I was expecting her, I would already have the front door unlocked for her.

Because it was a Saturday, there were a few occasions where I would oversleep, and then had to rush downstairs wearing just my usual short robe to make our coffee and enjoy my time with her, and I did notice on those occasions that she seemed very interested in what the robe showed off.

It was a weekend when my next-door neighbour, Alison, had called round early to borrow something, coffee I think it was, and we had been talking about Annie. Alison felt Annie was only interested in the possibility of a bit of casual sex,

"That is fine with me," I told her, "I have nothing against sex just for fun.".

"So why have you not given her the invitation then?" Alison asked, "you are too shy to ask her, aren't you?"

"Of course not," I protested, "I have just not found the right time yet."

"Rubbish," she insisted, "you are shy. You have always been too shy to make the first move. Even with me, you were living next door to me how long? And it was me who had to make the first move with you."

"I know," I admitted, "I would give anything to be like you, all confident and upfront with it."

"So you do want her then?" Alison asked. I nodded sadly. "Okay," she said in that "take-charge" voice of hers, "so let's see if she really is interested in you then."

"How do we do that?" I asked, suddenly nervous about what she was planning.

"We put the goods on display, and see if she wants what she sees," She told me, "wait here."

With that she went upstairs to my bedroom, returning shortly with some of the items from my bedside cabinet.

"What time does she usually arrive?" Ali asked me.

I glanced at the clock. "In about twenty minutes" I told" her.

"Good, plenty of time then. Strip," she ordered, "robe off, show the goodies."

I stripped off, and she led me into the hallway, turning me around, locking leather straps around my arms, plus a waist strap that had a loose strap that went between my legs, fastening behind me. She enclosed my wrists in leather cuffs, fastened also behind me. The ankles were also cuffed and then ankle cuffs were joined to my wrist cuffs with a short metal chain, forcing me into a kneeling position.

I tried moving, but was unable to move more than a couple of inches. Alison half-dragged me into position out of the way of the front door.

"So she usually knocks and walks straight in?" she asked. I nodded. "Good, then you will be the first thing she sees."

She came to me, fingers teasing my nipples.

"Sexy girl," she moaned, "if she does not ravish you, then there is something seriously wrong with her."

She bent down to kiss me, hand wandering over my helpless form.

"I will check back once I see the van has gone," she promised, "and if you are still like that I might even have some mid-morning fun with you myself."

A final kiss, and she was gone, pulling the door closed as she left. I kneeled there, nervously wondering what the hell I was doing, letting her bulldoze me into something this stupid. But that was the effect Alison had on me, dragging me into sexy situations before I had a chance of thinking it through.

I waited, listening carefully. Every time I heard a car engine I tensed, expecting it to be Annie, but it never was. Time dragged so slowly, and I was half convinced she was not coming, even though a quick look at the clock told me it was still not past time for her.

When it came, the knock startled me, and my heart was pounding as the door opened.

"Marie, you around?" came the yell, as she came in carrying a large box.

She stopped dead as she noticed me kneeling silently near the wall.

"Marie, what the hell?" she started, "am I interrupting something?"

 shook my head.

"No, it's for you, if you want it," I told her, trying to keep my voice steady. "you don't have to, I will understand if you would rather not..."

My words were stopped by her kneeling and kissing me, the box of groceries forgotten, both hands holding my face.

"Not want to?" she said, her voice shaky, "Darling girl, I have been dropping hints for weeks, I never thought you would respond to this extent."

Her hands were exploring my tits, and teasing the nipples. She pulled me forward slightly and I felt her fumbling with the straps, and then the strap between my legs was free and the chain holding ankles and wrists was loosened. so that she could help me stand.

My bottom got some soft caresses, and a few squeezes from her.

"Wait here," she told me, and went outside, returning a few moments later with two boxes containing the rest of my groceries. She put these on the stairs, then came to me, bending to release the ankle cuffs, then leading me into the living room.

She dragged some of the seats and cushions from the sofa onto the floor, then laid me down on them, hands exploring me and eyes laughing as she watched me squirming helplessly, my wrists still locked behind me in the leather cuffs.

Her head bent and she took a nipple into her mouth, teasing it to full hardness with her teeth and tongue, then changing to the other boob while firm fingers teased the already rigid one. She was an expert with her teeth, and I was moaning softly as she got me more aroused, nipples, neck, lips and ears all feeling the sharp nips and tender nibbles.

I am totally helpless when my neck is nipped and bitten, and she realised this from the first taste of it, teasing it mercilessly before sliding her tongue slowly down my body, nipping and tasting inch by inch, until an accidental hand grabbing me near my lower ribs forced laughter from me.

Her eyes lit up at the realisation that I was ticklish, and both hands tested all parts of my rib cage before finding the limits of my sensitivity.