She knew it was an extravagance. But she had a damn good reason: she was horny.

There was absolutely nothing stopping Michelle from jumping in the car and going to the supermarket herself. Nothing except her horniness and the resulting barmy idea.

There was no guarantee that the delivery driver would even be male, let alone someone she’d want to fuck. Michelle decided to take a chance. Her hand reached for the computer mouse and clicked ‘Place Order.’ She mentally noted her delivery slot – between 2 and 4pm. That gave her hours to prepare.

Michelle ran a bubble bath, got in, and then soaked to soften her skin and relax her muscles. She then shaved her legs, underarms and pussy. Soaping and rinsing, she then hopped out of the tub only to lean over it and wash her hair with the shower head. Satisfied she was clean and smooth, Michelle padded through the flat to her bedroom.

Grabbing a pot of body butter from her supplies, she massaged it into her skin from the neck downwards, smiling as she breathed in the delicate yet tempting scent. After applying a posh moisturiser to her face, Michelle turned her attention to her hair.

Should she go with straight and sleek, or curly and wild? Hmm… chances are the guy (if indeed it was a guy) wouldn’t notice either way. But hell – she was feeling wild, so curly it was.

Michelle busied herself with various grooming preparations all morning. Then she dressed and settled herself on the sofa with a book. Daytime TV never was much good on the weekend, plus her erotic novel would ensure her libido kept bubbling over until the buzzer went, announcing the arrival of her shopping. And her shag. Hopefully.

She desperately tried not to think about the many ways in which her crazy plan could fail. It didn’t work. Her mind flitted wildly through the possibilities – the driver could be a woman, gay, faithful, in a rush… the list went on.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a great idea, she thought. Feeling a little glum, Michelle forced herself to concentrate on her smutty book. There’s nothing like a bit of erotica to cheer a girl up. Totally absorbed, she didn’t notice the time tick along, and she jumped out of her skin when the telephone rang. Still clutching the book, she dashed to the phone.

“Hello?”

Seconds later she replaced the receiver, grinning. Her shopping would be here within half an hour, and if the driver’s voice was anything to go by, she might just be in luck.

After the call, it was impossible for Michelle to get back into her book. She didn’t want to read about sex any more, she wanted to do it! She paced up and down the living room, repeatedly glancing out of the window hoping to catch sight of a delivery van in the street below.

Soon, she was rewarded. She watched excitedly as the van trundled slowly down the road, looking for her building. It slowed further, then halted and pulled in at the curb opposite.

Michelle could hardly wait to clap eyes on him – she willed him to hurry up and step out of the van and walk round to its back doors to collect her groceries. She’d be able to see him perfectly then. She tried to envision what the owner of the sexy voice would look like. Tall, average, short? God, she hoped not short. Especially not her height or smaller – she was only tiny herself, and for some reason small guys did nothing for her. You’d think she’d appreciate not having to tiptoe for a snog – but nope. Michelle liked them tall. And rugged. And muscular. And – oh my God, there he was!

Michelle pressed herself against the windowpane – thinking she’d regret it when it came to cleaning off the smudges – desperate to get a better look. Phew – he was tall. That was something at least. Unfortunately he wore a woolly hat which meant that even as he turned to head towards the building she couldn’t see much else. So, tall and well-built, check. Everything else, well, she’d just have to wait. But only a matter of minutes…

As the sound of the buzzer shrilled through the flat, Michelle tried to act cool. The last thing she needed was to come across as some desperate housewife. Exchanging a few words with the driver via the intercom, she waited for the sound of the doorbell. She didn’t have to wait long – the lift is obviously working today, she thought.

Sauntering to the door, Michelle took a deep breath. This is it. Now or never, girl. She opened it.

On the other side of the door stood, quite honestly, a sex god. The stereotypical tall, dark and handsome bloke you normally only saw on the front of magazines. Michelle’s first thought was what the fuck is this bloke doing working as a delivery driver? He should be a model.

Michelle mentally shook herself.

“Hi!” she practically sang, then inwardly berated herself. The man would think she was a moron. Just calm down.

“Sorry,” she continued, “please come in. Would you mind popping the stuff on the work surface? Would you like a drink of something?”

“No problem,” he said, dumping the box where Michelle had requested, “and do you know what, I wouldn’t say no to a quick drink if that’s all right. I’ve been on the go all day – I haven’t even had a lunch break!”

Michelle saw her golden opportunity, and grasped it with both hands.

“In that case, would you like a sandwich or something? I’m pretty peckish myself… sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

“Sorry, I’m Darren.” He held out his hand.

“Michelle.” She responded, shaking it. His hand was smooth and warm to the touch. Michelle could well imagine how good those hands would feel on her body… She subtly glanced toward his other hand, searching for signs of a wedding ring, and saw none.

“No I’m fine, I wouldn’t like to put you out.”

“You’re not. I just said I was hungry. It’s no problem to make two instead of one. Honestly.”

“If you’re sure?”

Michelle gestured at him to sit down at the breakfast bar. He dutifully pulled out a stool and sat, watching her prepare their snack.

They chatted idly whilst she worked, Michelle checking up what ingredients he wanted in his sandwich, and what he wanted to drink, amongst other things. Darren dutifully answered her questions, and responded with a few of his own.

“So,” he said, “Why don’t you just send your fella to do the shopping, instead of ordering in?”

Caught unawares, Michelle wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She decided to go for the honesty tack. Well, almost honest.

“I’m on my own, and I hate supermarket shopping. All those crowds drive me mad. It’s just easier to do it all online, you miss all that pushing, shoving and queuing, and a lovely gentleman brings your goods right to the door. What more could any woman want?”

Michelle then whisked Darren’s plate and glass of juice over to the breakfast bar, and accidentally-on-purpose brushed her breast against his arm as she put them in front of him, lingering longer than was strictly necessary.

“Th-thanks.” Darren immediately grabbed the glass and took a huge gulp of juice.

Michelle smirked as she turned her back to grab her own late lunch, then returned and sat next to him at the bar. She watched him from beneath her eyelashes as he bit into his sandwich; his long graceful fingers bringing the morsel to his mouth, his luscious lips parting to accommodate it. How she’d love to be on the receiving end of…

“…delicious.”

“Wha-?” Michelle was shaken from her daydream as he spoke.

“The sandwich,” he frowned, “I said it’s delicious.”

“Oh, thanks. Want some dessert?”

She regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of her mouth. This could go one of three ways; he could take her literally, in which case he’d be disappointed as she never kept anything in, or he could pick up the double-entendre and run for the hills, or the bedroom. She sincerely hoped for the latter.

“What’s on offer?”

Unable to resist the cliché, Michelle said “Anything you like.”

It was the most obvious come-on, but Darren grinned back, his green eyes meeting hers and full of mischief.

Michelle hopped off her stool and headed for the bedroom, willing him to follow. He wasn’t an idiot. Milliseconds later she heard his stool scraping against the floor as he pushed it back to join her.

Once in the bedroom, there was no mistaking the intent. They were both adults; they knew the score. Michelle looked up at Darren and curved her lips into what she hoped was a seductive smile. He needed no other invitation. Reaching for her, he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her close for a kiss. She responded by winding her arms around his neck and melding her lower body to his. She could already feel the beginnings of his erection.

“You know,” he said, between kisses, “you’re my last drop-off today.”

“Really?” Michelle grinned widely as she tugged off his sweater and began attacking the buttons on his shirt, “Well then, that means we have all the time in the world then, doesn’t it? We can have some real fun.”

“Real fun, eh?” His hands were at work undoing her jeans, “And what does that involve?”

“Get all your clothes off and you’ll find out.”

Minutes later, Michelle and Darren were naked but for their underwear and kissing heatedly on the bed. Michelle snaked a hand down to his crotch and was delighted to feel a huge, rock hard cock making a tent in his boxer shorts. She decided to get a closer look.

Wriggling down the bed, Michelle pushed Darren so he was on his back, his prick ready and raring to go. She knelt between his legs and grasped the waistband of his boxers and maneuvered them off him to reveal an impressive hard-on. Michelle all but drooled as she gazed at the lovely cut cock in front of her, long and thick, already oozing pre-come.

Deciding the time for teasing was long past, Michelle stuck her tongue into the sticky stuff seeping from the end of his cock, pulled back and then took him into her mouth, sliding down and swallowing as much of him as was possible. She gripped her hand around what was left and began to stroke him slowly as she gulped and slurped around his shaft. Appreciative noises came from somewhere above her head, so Michelle continued her assault on his rock hard erection. She’d waited long enough for this, so she was going to make the most of it.

By now her pussy was dripping wet in anticipation of being filled to the hilt by this man’s cock. She felt sure it was soaking through her pants and thought now was as good a time as any to take them off. Wriggling not particularly gracefully out of her thong, Michelle threw it at Darren’s head, looking up from sucking his cock and giggling as it landed directly over his eyes.

“No,” she ordered, as he went to remove it, “that was such a good shot that it’s gotta stay there now.”

Crawling up his taut muscular body, Michelle planted a kiss on his lips. As he responded to her, she felt his cock tapping against her stomach, no doubt desperate for some attention. She didn’t – couldn’t – make him wait any longer. She hastily grabbed a condom from her bedside drawer, tore it open and rolled it on. Then, with no warning, she mounted his cock. Sliding down firmly, she didn’t stop until he was completely embedded in her, eliciting a moan from Darren. Still kissing him, she sat still on his cock as she got used to being filled so completely. Then she began to ride him.

Sitting up, she grabbed the pants off of him and saw the expression of bliss on his face as she bounced on his prick. She had no doubt that her look pretty much mirrored his as her pussy tingled. She reached down to give her clit some attention, rubbing and caressing herself as Darren grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her onto him, coupling her bounces with upward thrusts. The pace quickly increased as Darren and Michelle felt their climaxes approaching. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands and pinched and pulled at her nipples, causing energy to pulse through her pussy.

Soon, she felt that familiar sensation building up and began stroking her clit for all it was worth. Seconds later her walls began spasming around Darren’s cock, growing stronger as her orgasm hit fully. His cock swelled and then exploded inside her, milked by her squeezing pulsating tunnel. They rode out their climaxes, Michelle leaning down to plant a kiss on his mouth before rolling off him.

When their heaving chests and thundering pulses had slowed, Michelle propped herself up on her elbow and gazed over at him and smiled, a plan beginning to form.

“Do you deliver to the same areas all the time?”

“Yeah,” he said, frowning. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh… just wondering…”