The Stranger at the Auto Shop

The day at the auto shop was unbearably hot. The sun blazed mercilessly, the air shimmering over the asphalt, and even the shade of the awning offered no relief from the stifling heat. Inside the workshop, it was even worse—the smell of oil, gasoline, and scorched metal mingled with the heavy, humid air, making any shirt stick to the skin in seconds. Tim’s uncle had left to pick up some parts, leaving him alone to tackle a mountain of work, and Tim, gritting his teeth, pushed through despite the heat.

He had long since stripped off his shirt, working bare-chested. Sweat dripped down his back, leaving dark stains on his jeans, and his arms and chest were smudged with oil and grime. Tim wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a black streak on his skin, and tossed the wrench onto the workbench. He decided to take a break and rinse off.

In the cramped bathroom of the auto shop, Tim turned on the faucet, dunking his head under the stream of cold water. He sighed in relief as it ran down his neck and chest, washing away the sweat and dirt. He splashed water on his face, snorting with pleasure, and ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back. Droplets of water trickled down his chiseled shoulders, sliding over the defined ridges of his abs, glinting in the sunlight as he stepped out of the bathroom, wiping his face with a towel.

And then he froze. Sitting on one of the bikes in the shop was a girl. She looked about 18, and she seemed straight out of an anime convention. Her look was bold and striking: long dark hair tied into two high pigtails, adorned with pink hair ties that swayed slightly as she moved. Her makeup enhanced her doll-like appearance—black winged eyeliner, long fake lashes, faintly pink cheeks, and glossy lips that carried a subtle scent of strawberry lip gloss. A faint floral perfume wafted from her, mixing with the hot air of the shop. She wore a white blouse with short sleeves, the top button undone to reveal her slender neck and a hint of her collarbone, and a short pleated skirt like those of Japanese schoolgirls. White knee-high socks, which she occasionally tugged at as they slipped down, and black Mary Janes with tiny bows completed her outfit, making her look like an anime heroine come to life.

The girl was perched on a monstrous black bike, a beast of a machine with gleaming chrome details and airbrushing in the form of fiery tongues. Her pose was relaxed, but her skirt had ridden up so high that it nearly revealed her white panties with a small pink bow. Sunlight played on her hair, casting golden highlights, and she held her phone, snapping selfies with a slight tilt of her head and a playful, confident smile.

Tim was momentarily thrown off, not expecting to see such a guest here. His eyes slid down her slender legs, then up to her face, and he felt a jolt in his chest. She looked stunning—the contrast between her delicate, almost doll-like appearance and the rugged bike was mesmerizing. He swallowed, feeling a slight warmth in his cheeks, but quickly regained his composure, flashing a light smile as he stepped closer, still wiping his neck and chest with the towel.

“What, did your scooter break down, so you decided to steal one of our bikes?” he teased, his voice slightly hoarse from the heat but friendly.

The girl jumped, lowering her phone and looking at him. Her eyes—large, framed by long lashes—widened in surprise, and then she bit her lower lip, her gaze sliding over Tim and lingering on his wet torso. Droplets of water still rolled down his chest, glinting in the sunlight, and she clearly noticed, her cheeks turning pink as her fingers nervously fiddled with one of her pigtails. Her lips parted slightly as she watched a droplet slide down his abs and disappear at the waistband of his jeans.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” she replied, her voice clear with a hint of sass, though there was a slight tremor in it. “This is actually my dad’s bike, and I’m here on business. And you…” She hesitated, her eyes dropping to his abs again, and she swallowed visibly. “Do you always work like this? Without a shirt?”

Tim chuckled, continuing to wipe his neck with the towel, deliberately slow to let her take him in. He noticed how her eyes followed the droplets of water, and he felt a small surge of satisfaction. He liked that she was looking, and he subtly flexed his muscles to highlight his physique.

“Only in this kind of heat,” he said, draping the towel over his shoulder. “It’s like a sauna in here, just without the steam. So, you’re here on business? What kind of business does a… schoolgirl have?”

The girl rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. She tossed one of her pigtails over her shoulder, her fingers trembling slightly, betraying her flustered state. “I’m not a schoolgirl, I’m 18, for your information. I just… like anime, so I dressed up like this. And you, you clearly like showing off, huh?” She nodded at his torso, her tone playful but laced with genuine interest. She adjusted her sock, which had slipped below her knee, the movement so natural yet somehow captivating.

Tim leaned against the workbench, crossing his arms over his chest, making his biceps flex even more. He noticed her gaze lingering on his arms, and his smile grew wider. “Well, if I’ve got something to show, why not?” He winked, and she laughed, her cheeks flushing deeper. “But seriously, what’s up with the bike? You said it’s your dad’s?”

She nodded, hopping off the bike with a grace that belied her high socks and Mary Janes. Her skirt flared up slightly as she did, and Tim swallowed hard, a wave of heat surging through him. He looked away, but not before catching a glimpse of her white panties with the pink bow. She adjusted her skirt, taking her time, clearly enjoying his reaction.

“Yeah, it’s my dad’s bike,” she said, stepping closer. Her floral scent grew stronger, and Tim’s heart beat faster. “I actually designed the airbrushing for it. These fiery tongues? My sketches. Dad said I’m talented, but he always says that. He sent me here to find out when the bikes will be ready. There’s two of them, by the way—the other one’s over there.” She pointed to another motorcycle in the corner of the shop, with similar airbrushing but in blue tones.

Tim let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. “Seriously? You drew that? That’s awesome! You’ve definitely got talent. As for when they’ll be ready… probably a couple of days. We’re waiting on parts, and I’m here alone right now, so…” He shrugged, grinning. “But I can speed things up if a beauty like you asks. And maybe after that, we could take a ride together? I’ll show you what this beast can do.

”Kira froze, her eyes widening, and she bit her lip again, clearly flustered but pleased by his offer. “Wow, you’re really good with compliments, huh? And… a ride? For real?” Her voice softened, and she looked at him with curiosity, her laughter bubbling up as she touched his arm, her fingers lingering on his skin a bit longer than necessary. “By the way, I’m Kira. And you are?”

“Tim,” he replied, extending his hand. She shook it, her palm soft and cool against his hot, calloused one. He held her hand a moment longer, feeling her fingers tremble slightly, and noticed her gaze drift back to his chest. “Nice to meet you, Kira. So, are you always this… vibrant?”

Kira shrugged, her smile turning a bit shy but still confident. “Not always. I just felt like being an anime heroine today. You know, you kind of look like an anime hero yourself—so strong and…” She hesitated, searching for the right word, her cheeks flaming. “So… cool. What about you? Are you always this…” She gestured at him vaguely, “…this ripped?”

Tim laughed, feeling a light but pleasant tension building between them. He stepped a bit closer, and Kira didn’t back away, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. “I try to stay in shape. The work’s tough, so I have to. So, you like bikes and anime, huh? That’s an interesting combo.”

“Yeah, I do,” Kira nodded, her voice softer but tinged with pride. “My dad’s been taking me to biker rallies since I was a kid, and anime… it’s my escape. What about you? What do you like, besides… working shirtless?”

Tim grinned, looking straight into her eyes. “Well, bikes are my thing. I also like sports, music… and, apparently, Japanese schoolgirls now.” He winked, and Kira burst into laughter, her hand brushing his shoulder again, her fingers giving his skin a slight squeeze before she pulled back, visibly flustered but delighted.

“You’re impossible, Tim,” she said, but there was no hint of annoyance in her voice. She looked at him with genuine interest, and Tim felt that this encounter might just be the start of something exciting.

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