He seemed nice... *PM interest*

OOC: Bump!

This wasn't the first time I'd discreetly positioned myself across the street from their garage. There was a cafe there that made an adequate coffee, and made up for the mediocrity of their muffins with the magnificence of their view.

For the past few weeks, after a chance encounter that had mesmerised me and yet not even registered on her radar, I had watched from that cafe as she went about her business.

The cafe owners were glad for my patronage, and they were lucky to get it since nothing about the food and drink they offered demanded a return visit from any discerning customer. I had my reasons though. I was the sole occupant of a table that I frequented so often now, that the faded seat cushion was beginning to mould to my backside.

I took a sip of the coffee, and carefully placed the cup down, while I eyed the blueberry muffin I'd bought and wondered if I could stomach another bite. Just in time, before I was about to make the fateful attempt to digest more of the stale muffin, I caught a burst of movement out of my eye. A flash of white that heralded the arrival of an angel.

Without any attempt at guile or subterfuge, I hastily looked out of the window and saw her. The woman, the girl, the temptress - someone whom my discreet enquires had revealed to be Miss Julie Moore.

There was certainly more to Julie Moore that merited closer examination. The buxom beauty had a pair of breasts that pleasingly struggled against the tight top she so frequently chose to work in. Her blonde hair and talk physique glided around that garage in a way that seemed totally at odds with her after-school job. Still, as the black grime gradually built up on her top over the afternoon, with the rigours of her labour taking it's toll on the cleanness of her outfit, any red-blooded male would have bayed for the opportunity to sponge her down.

I simply stared, safe in the knowledge that she was too lost in her own work to notice the attentions of a rain-coat-clad young man in the cafe across the street. My neat brown hair would have been considered handsome on most men, although my pale complexion betrayed the fact that I more often than not hid in the shadows. Or in my studio. At only 27 years old, I already had a successful... business... even if it wasn't the kind that you talked about in polite company.

The focus of my fantasies worked in that garage with a brother and another, but today I noticed that they were inside. Only she was outside - Julie Moore - bending over here, stretching up there, occasionally stopping to take a drink of water that I could certainly make better use of.

I pushed back the chair, and stood up. The cafe owner wandered over to me, and I deposited a tip on the table that was frankly obscene given the quality of the offerings. Still, it paid to keep the rest of the wildlife serenely unaware of your real motives when you were big-game hunting.

"Thank you again Mrs McIntyre, for a wonderfully refreshing afternoon snack." I lied smoothly, gracing Mrs McIntyre to something approximating a warm smile from my thin lips.

The cafe owner blushed, perhaps aware that my compliments far exceeded her ability. "Oh, thank you Mr Henderson. Will we see you tomorrow?"

I nodded again, and gave her a wink. "First though, I have some car troubles that need dealing with unfortunately. I don't suppose you know a good garage around these parts you could recommend?"

Mrs McIntyre looked non-plussed for a second, before pointing over my shoulder at the place where my quarry worked, blissfully unaware of my intentions. "Why, the Moore's have a wonderful place across the road that could look at your engine."

My face lit up with the convenience of it all, and I enthusiastically thanked Mrs McIntyre for her advice. As I made my way out of the cafe and stood on the street, I could feel Mrs McIntyre's bored eyes follow me, as they so often did. Of course, now she was the one who'd recommended I go see Julie Moore, so there would certainly be no room for suspicion.

Smiling, I took in the warm afternoon air, and just stood there for a moment. Across the way, with a sense of perfect timing that bode well for our time together, Julie Moore positioned herself at a car and leaned forward. Her wonderful behind pushed out, and her long legs presented the perfect pedestal for a bottom that screamed out to be spanked.

As if taking a note of the street address and the name of the place, a held my phone up to the garage's signage and took a single photo. As I moved my phone back to my pocked though, two other swift taps of the screen snapped two more photos. Each of the sumptuous behind of a woman too beautiful too waste her time in menial labour.

"God enriches." I mused to myself. The state motto of our beloved state of Arizona. Well, I whispered quietly to myself, "There are certainly treasures worth seeking in that heavenly body!"

With that, I started to cross the street.

I'd never been this close to this amazing specimen of Amazonian... no, wait, Arazonian... beauty. As she spun around, her breasts swaying hypnotically in her top, I momentarily had to strangle a gasp before it emerged from my lips.

I coughed to cover my fleeting sense of being caught off-guard, and chided myself for not being better prepared to deal with her entrancing looks at such close range. She would not get the better of me again.

"Excuse me." I said, maintaining eye contact with all most superhuman will power, "I have a car whose engine needs fixing, and I've been told you're the best around these parts."

Her white pants were stained, and I'd been witness to her futile attempts to brush those stains away. The way her hands had caused the tight material of her pants to stretch and pull set my heart racing, and I took my phone out in an elaborate gesture. Looking earnestly at the screen of my phone, pretending to read something while simultaneously pointing the phone down at her crotch, I continued to talk while a few silent photos filed their way into my album.

"I have to admit I don't know much about cars, but a friend of mine said there was a knocking or tapping sound." I smiled ruefully, and rubbed by head. "I'm guessing that's not a good thing, right?"

I looked her straight in the eyes again. They were full of youthful innocence, the kind I loved the most.

"Say, haven't I seen you around somewhere before?" I aimed for an innocent curiousity in my voice, leaving it almost as an idle aside.

Placing my hands on my hips and affecting a thoughtful expression, I ended with, "I did some work at Maricopa High recently..."

I smiled, with a sweet shyness practiced to perfection in front of a mirror.

"Well, a little bit of computer work, and a little bit of photography." I said, with deliberate vagueness.

"I guess I must have seen you there at some point." I left the insituation that Julie stood out from the crowd unspoken, so as not to appear overly creepy but still maintain that more casual connection.

Out of the corner of my eye, and hidden slightly by the junk stockpile in the main building, I could see a man I thought was her brother begin to move away from a counter. He seemed to have picked up some interest in our all-too-brief interaction, and it certainly wouldn't pay for him to interfer at this delicate moment.

I smiled pleasantly, and said a few meaningless words on how it was great that she clearly knew what could be up with the engine, and what a relief it was that someone with her expertise was available to have a look at it.

"I don't mind telling you," I confided in her earnestly, "that it's been worrying me a lot."

Her brother was almost upon us now, wearing an expression on his face that suggested he was about to stick his nose in where it didn't belong. Thakfully, I came prepared.

With a barely perceptible flick of a finger, I hit the "call" button on the garage's pre-dialled number. I had to mask the look of smug satisfaction that threatened to break out on my face, as the phone inside the building began to audibly ring. I was rewarded by the sight of the brother look at me suspiciously for a moment, and then hesitate as he wondered what his best course of action was. Finally, while I began to flatter his sister as to how well she was spoken off around these parts, he turned on his heels and headed back to the office.

With his annoying presence temporarily removed, I looked smoothly at Julie, and said "Now, I've parked my car down the street. Would you mind coming and having a quick look over it?"

Gratitude spread across my face as Julie agreed to take a look at the misbehaving car. It was what passed for a busy day in this part of the town, and most of the street-side car parks had been taken up.

Gracefully stepping to her side, I pointed down at long line of parked cars to where the line ended with a dark blue BMW series 7. The car was parked at an intersection, and the layout of the street meant that no-one could see from the Garage office down to where the car was. Out here in the yard, it was only barely possible, and I put a hand on Julie to gently guide her as to where to look. Of course, a hand on the lower back is the commonly accepted approach here, but it could hardly be considered my fault that Julie was in fact taller than me.

As my hand landed on her magnificent backside, where on a shorter woman it may have fallen on her back, I studiously ignored this stunning faux pas, and instead concentrated on maneuvering Julie into the best position to see my vehicle.

"Its the blue BMW." I said. With a modest smile, I added "My business has been financially kind to me, although it's always demanding that I keep coming back for more!"

I laughed at a private joke, and held out my other hand to suggest we should get moving.

"I hate to rush you, but would you believe I actually have another appointment to get to?" I grimaced at that and sighed deeply. "Life just won't stand still, I'm afraid."

The sun still beat down on the street as I led Julie on, engaging her in small talk about life at the garage, so as to cut down her opportunities to think more deeply about what she was doing. We wove between other pedestrians on the street, and occasionally I put a hand on her waist to guide her past someone that - in truth - she was more than capable of avoiding herself.

It certainly couldn't be proven that the way my hand brushed her ass again as I let go of her waist was anything other than accidental.

Several cars drove past, and I couldn't help but notice the slight swerve in their path as the drivers were distracted by Julie's figure. I recognised those small movements in the same way any voyeur can spot another. The small tell-tale signs, the little glances here and there.

A light wind had picked up suddenly, and played with Julie's blonde hair. This woman would be a goddess on video, I thought to myself.

Finally, after what the rational mind knew could only have been a minute or two - even if the sense of touching her left me privately in raptures - we reached the BMW. I looked ruefully at it, and the hopefully at my "saviour".

"If you could look at it now, and let me know what needs fixing, I can bring it back after my appointment." I said, with hope evident in my voice that it would be a cheap and easy fix.

Popping the bonnet on the car, I then stood back from - and coincidentally right behind - Julie, and waited for her to bend over to get to work. My breath quickened slightly in anticipation, and I found that I was subconsciously toying with my phone that still sat in my pocket. Looking at that sweet piece of ass, I wondered what else I'd find myself subconsciously toying with in my pants, if she looked as good bending over from close range as I thought she would...