Mrs. Chen was the perfect housewife - she took pride in the washing and ironing, was an efficient shopper, and each day was planned and methodical.

She was feminine and somewhat dainty - often wearing floral dresses, well-groomed, lipstick.

Recently a new neighbor had moved in and had somewhat disturbed the peace. He wasn't the sort of man who normally lived in her street.

She would often see him out her laundry window working on his car, or punching his boxing bag in his carport. It was summer and he'd usually have his shirt off, it seemed a natural thing for him to do. He as always tanned and looked very fit and strong.

Mrs. Chen didn't mean to stare - she had housework to do - but he was quite interesting to look at, secretly, from any windows that gave her a sneak view.

One day when she was coming back with the shopping, loaded up with bags of groceries (Mrs. Chen couldn't drive), she was fiddling with her front gate, trying to open it, when the new neighbor came jogging along the footpath. He recognised her and stopped to help.

As he opened the gate, he introduced himself as "Barry". The sight of him up so close, no shirt, sweating and puffing from the run distracted Mrs. Chen a little. Gathering herself, she reached out her hand to shake his extended hand. As his massive hand shook hers, she couldn't help sensing the power of his grip - like he was restraining his hand so he didn't crush hers.

Only a few words were said - Mrs. Chen really couldn't recall what they were - the few seconds meeting Barry seemed to play frantically in her mind - visions of his size and strength, his muscles, the sweat, the veins, the heat from his body...

Over the next few weeks Mrs. Chen found herself secretly watching Barry more and more as he went about his business... and pleasant images of their brief meeting often crept into her mind...

One Tuesday afternoon - an interesting turn of events occurred. Mrs. Chen was doing the washing (as always) when water started gushing in one of the cupboards and seeping out over the floor. She opened the cupboard door to find a hose spurting water at full speed under such pressure it was swaying about - it sprayed Mrs. Chen as she (rather uselessly) pushed at it to no affect.

The only thing she could think to do was to run to the fence and call Barry to help. Of course, Barry was a take-charge type of guy... he grabbed some tools and plumbing tape from his ute and leapt the fence then ran into the side laundry door to see what the problem was. Within a few minutes he'd found the water valve, turned it off, taped and reconnected the hose, turned the was back on and all was well.

As he stood up from the cupboard, Mrs. Chen noticed he'd cut himself in the process and said she'd get him a bandage.

She reached up to get the First Aid kit from the high overhead cupboards, but was struggling to reach. On tiptoes she stretched as far as she could, but was just too short.

Just then, she realised Barry was reaching up over her to get the First Aid kit - then a strange thing happened. Mrs. Chen would have normally pulled away or recoiled from the situation in an instant, but for some reason, she didn't. She just stood there, still reaching up...

A couple of seconds... nothing...

Then Barry drew himself a little closer to Mrs. Chen so she was trapped between him and the bench. He reached up along Mrs. Chen's outstretched arm and took her hand, hold it firmly for a moment - then he with his other hand took the plumbing tape from his pocket.

He placed Mrs. Chen's hand on the handle of the high cupboard and bound it to the handle with the plumbing tape, so she was kept in that stretching position.

Barry ran his hands down her back, feeling her slender body, then her hips. He unzipped the back of her floral dress all the way from her neck, down her back to her mid-section, then placed his hands inside her dress to wrap his big hands around her ribs, then down inside her dress onto her widening hips – feeling her upper body through the back of her dress.

Mrs. Chen was saying nothing, and she was displaying no resistance...

Mrs. Chen followed Barry's hands in her mind as they gently slid over her body - then she felt her bra strap loosen as he unclipped it. Modesty said she should pull her left hand down to cover herself, but it was held firm, still bound to the high cupboard handle. She felt Barry's large hands slide inside her bra cups and wrap round her little breasts - she felt useless as this relative stranger explored her intimately.

Mrs. Chen tried to remain calm, but Barry's touch was so wonderful - he kneaded her breasts with his fingers, and then occasionally, would roll her nipples with his thumbs.

She knew she shouldn't be enjoying it... but she couldn’t help it… her tits were screaming out with excitement... and the excitement was quickly spreading…

Her body was rocking against the bench and her eyes were closed... her breathing was now audible... and faster than it should be...

Mrs. Chen didn't know what to think as Barry gently drew his hands out of her dress and let her tits have a moment of peace... Barry was still standing behind her, pressing her against the bench...

She felt his hands slide down the outside of her dress, down her back and over her bum... then he reached down the back of her legs and teasingly drew his fingers up her thighs and under her dress... he took hold over her panties and very slowly moved them down to her knees... she knew Barry was slowly removing her panties so she could have the sense of exposure… her protection being removed…

She was hoping her panties didn't have a wet patch in them... but as she glanced down... she remembered she'd worn her pale blue ones... and there was a large tell-tale dark blue wet patch right in the middle... she knew Barry would have seen it too...

It was like her little secret was there to see... she was very wet and Barry knew it...

Mrs. Chen was almost beyond modestly and being 'proper' now, she was aching with need...

Barry’s hands moved under her dress – to the front of her body… onto her stomach, probing her belly button, stroking the soft skin in the joins of her thighs – Mrs. Chen spread her legs as far as she could to allow him access…

He teased her a little - gently pulled her pubic hair... then used his fingertips to massage just at the top her slit... then ran his fingers lightly up and down the full length of her opening… brushing it lightly… stroking it… knowing she was smoldering inside… but making her want it...

All the time, Mrs. Chen was getting wetter and hotter... and sometimes made small squeaking noises...

In time... Mrs. Chen felt one of Barry's fingers pressing gently into the middle of her pussy... it was surprisingly big and penetrated well inside... she felt him draw it out and pressed it in again... slow, deep movements... finger fucking her very deliberately again and again... suddenly he slowed to a stop... then slid his finger up to find her swollen clit - he rubbed the base of it in light rapid little swirls... and Mrs. Chen experienced for the first time, a series of orgasms... one running into the other... until she was gasping for air and worn out... as she hung there... orgasm'd to exhaustion... she felt Barry's finger enter her pussy again... knowing he was about to finger fuck her again... relentlessly... her pussy was never going to forget Barry.