Diary: Inspection Visit

Tuesday, August 4th

Dear Diary,

Woke up Tuesday and knew it was gonna be one of those days where I could just mess around a bit. No meetings, Air Conditioning guy coming by for the yearly check, so I figured why not make it interesting. Grabbed that sheer kimono I got last summer, the one you can basically see right through if the light hits it right. Tied it loose at the waist, nothing underneath, and just let it hang open a little more than it should.

He showed up around ten, young guy, maybe mid-twenties, kinda cute in that awkward way. I let him in and we started chatting while he checked the filters and all that. Kept finding reasons to stand close, leaning against the counter while we talked about the weather or whatever. Every time I moved the fabric would slip, and I wasn’t exactly rushing to fix it.

First time it happened I was reaching for a glass and the whole left side just fell open. Caught him staring, then pretending he wasn’t. I acted like I didn’t notice at first, then when I did I just kinda laughed it off, didn’t bother closing it all the way. We kept talking and I could see his eyes dropping down every few seconds. Made this whole thing about how the unit in the bedroom was making weird noises too, so we had to go check that out.

Standing in the doorway while he worked on that one, the kimono kept sliding off my shoulder. Eventually one breast was just completely out and I left it like that, pretending to be focused on what he was saying about the coils or whatever. He kept glancing over, trying to be professional but failing pretty hard. I could tell he was distracted as hell.

We moved back to the living room and I sat on the arm of the couch, legs crossed, robe basically doing nothing to cover anything at this point. He was crouched by the vent and every time he looked up my way his face got a little redder. Asked him if he wanted some water and when I stood up to get it the tie came completely undone. Just walked around with everything on display while I grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

He finished up but took his time packing his tools, kept finding little things to mention. I stayed in the open kimono the whole time, leaning against the doorframe while we talked about when he’d need to come back for the next check. Pretty sure he was trying to figure out if I was doing it on purpose. I was, obviously. Made sure to mention I work from home a lot if he ever needed to schedule something during the week again.