Girls / Women with open flys
 

In the video "Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg" one of the girls is walking in the background with her pants totally down.

Girls / Women with open flys
 

Also, back in the day, there was a female rapper named Da Brat. There is a video on You Tube where she pulls her pants down.

Girls / Women with open flys
 

I just remembered something that happened back when I was in High School. It was a nice warm spring day, I remember getting on the bus and sitting down next to my friends and playing around. The next thing I hear someone say to the girl behind me, "Kelly your fly is down!" I looked back and sure enough Kelly's zipper on her shorts was down all the way. I felt myself getting hard, and my friend looked down and said "Calm down man!" I couldn't stop staring at Kelly's unzipped fly. Instead of zipping it up, she covered it with a book! When my stop came, my friends and I got off the bus. One of my friends told us all to shout "HEY KELLY YOUR FLYS DOWN!!!!!" She looked out the window all confused and said "What?" We shouted again, "KELLY, YOUR FLYS DOWN!!!!" She just rolled her eyes and closed her window. I never knew if she heard us, and pretended not to understand. Also why did she cover up her zipper with a book, and not zip it up? Man I miss those bus rides.

Girls / Women with open flys
 

I just remembered another back in the day story. I was at a Bachelor's party in Reno, and we ended up at some club where there was a stage where a lot of women were dancing. I watched one very drunk girl dancing seductively with another girl. As they were dancing, the one girl reached down and unbuttoned the other girls jeans. I felt myself getting really turned on. Then she unzipped the other girls fly all the way down as they kept on dancing. The drunk girls friends showed up and angrily shoved the girl who did the unbuttoning and unzipping away. They put their arms around the drunk girl and carried her off the stage. While they were doing this, one of the girls friends buttoned the drunk girls pants, but didn't bother to zip up the fly. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen happen at a club.

Going Out of My Way - Open Zipper Story One
 

I was walking back to my car with groceries when I saw two Hispanic women get out of their car to go into the Walmart near my job to shop (they didn't seem to pay any attention to me). One of these women looked elderly and the other one looked middle age (possibly a grandmother and her daughter). The middle-aged woman had brunette hair, was average looking, and not really buxom but just a bit chubby. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and, as I passed nearby them, I noticed that her zipper was open.

Now I have seen this happen to all kinds of people but this one was unique in my experience. Most of the time the zipper is not open wide enough to see any underwear but this time it was. However, it was obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. I had to get a closer look at that. So, I rushed to my car, tossed my groceries into the trunk quickly, and rushed back into Walmart.

After a few minutes of looking around the store I found the two women together in the produce section each pushing a shopping cart. I looked around for a minute during which time the two women separated by about ten feet. Next, I went over and took another minute to pretend to shop and savored a very arousing view. This woman clearly shaved and it showed thru her zipper opening (there was about three inches long by one and a half inches wide area of just skin showing). After taken a minute to enjoy the view I decided that I should tell her just in case this was not something she had done on purpose (normally I would assume that an open zipper was accidental but given the lack of under ware I’d say anything is possible).

I will add that the more potentially embarrassing and arousing I find an open zipper the harder I find it to say anything. At this point I was seriously wondering if I would have the courage to say anything to her at all (my heart was pounding in my chest with embarrassment for her, arousal, and nervous anticipation). In the end I did manage to tell her and did so in such that no one else noticed me talking to her. To my surprise she took it well (she didn't get embarrassed which I think most women would have in her place). She seemed to be sincerely appreciative (which makes me think that she probably didn’t do this on purpose but again who knows). I went back to my car with my body almost trembling from how nervous I had been but the memory formed was worth it.

Girls / Women with open flys
 

Wow! What an incredible experience. You are so lucky to have seen a woman with her zipper open and no panties! Of all the women, I've ever seen with their fly down, all of them were wearing panties. Man, you got lucky!!!! What a treat. I would have reacted the same way. Even when I've alerted women that their fly was down, I could feel my heart racing. And they were wearing panties! I can't even imagine how you must have felt.

Recent Experience - Open Zipper Story One
 

This story occurred just yesterday and I decided to go ahead and share it. I went to the front office area of my apartment complex and was seeking to ask some questions related to my lease. I go inside the office and there was only one person, sitting at her desk, working (typical for a Saturday afternoon) and she was finishing up talking to another person. Once that was done and the other person left the building I was invited into the office and I sat down in a chair on the other side of her desk from her and started asking my questions.

I had never talked to this person before and I learned that she was the new manager for my apartment complex. She is an attractive white with tanned skin and appears to be in her 50s with curly blonde hair and a petite build. She was wearing a loose fitting black top with spaghetti straps and a black bra (at least based on the bra straps) that hung over her, A-cup sized, breasts with perky nipples pointing outward about half an inch on full display. This alone (and her and I being alone in the building) was enough for me to be enjoying the meeting and seeking to stretch it out with my questions as far as I reasonable could. She was also wearing a tan colored pants but I wasn’t paying much attention to that at first due to the view up top. She moved around while we talked entering data into her computer and I thought I noticed for a moment that her zipper was part of the way down (I’m guessing half way) without any panties showing. But that black top of hers was covering her zipper almost all of time and I the zipper was only half open I was not going to mention it to her (since it wasn’t showing her panties and since it was almost always covered). About half way thru the questions two different couples came inside like I had earlier and waited outside of her office in the next room.

As we were getting near the end of the questions, I asked for her to print a copy of my lease. I knew that she would have to get up from behind her desk to grab the printed documents and hand them to me and I hoped to get a better view of her zipper when she did this. When the moment arrived and she got up to get the print out for me I learned that her zipper was more open than I had expected. For starters the zipper was all the way down (it was about four inches in total length) with the handle pointing up. It turned out that what I had seen before was most of the bottom half of the open zipper (that part was only about ¾ of an inch wide). The top half of her zipper was open wider (about an inch and a half) with a small area of her black panties on display. With that I decided to let her know about her open zipper. I took another moment to enjoy the view and quietly told her about her open zipper when she handed me the printout (I didn’t want the people waiting outside her office to hear this). She thanked me and told me that given that I had noticed that other people would have noticed too. I was happy to have help her out and hopefully she will be the one in the office the next time I go in there.

Girls / Women with open flys
 

I just had another experience with a woman I work with. She's blonde in her 50s and really cute and sexy. I was in her office and as she's talking to me, she lifts her shirt up and slowly zipped up her jeans. My eyes were 100% focused on her zipper while she was zipping it up. She totally knew I was watching her zip it up. She smiled at me and we kept on talking. I wanted to say something, but you never know in the workplace if something can be taken the wrong way, especially with female coworkers. So I just kept my mouth shut and enjoyed watching her zip up her fly. Now that she knows I enjoy it maybe she'll decide to be a little playful with her zipper.

Going Out of My Way - Open Zipper Story Two
 

I was driving down a city road on a Saturday afternoon many years ago where there was little traffic that intersected just up the road with the busiest street in the entire city. Occasionally I would see someone walking down this street either walking home or walking toward the very busy street to catch a bus. A friend of mine lived in those apartments that I would visit so I ended up driving down this quiet street a decent amount of time.

On this particular Saturday I noticed a Hispanic woman walking alone down the sidewalk on her way back from the busy street. As I drove by her, I thought I saw that her zipper was open. I immediately figured that if I noticed this while driving and only getting a glance at her that her zipper must be really wide open! Given the stretch of road she was walking down I figured there was a good chance that she would continue walking for a while. I decided to turn the car around and pass her by a second time to see if I was right about her zipper being open or not. When I passed by her again, I made sure to really focus my attention (there were no cars next to me and she did not pay any attention to me) and sure enough her blue jean zipper was wide open. There was a clear area of purple panties showing thru the opening.

I knew of a spot at the edge of my friend's apartment complex just off of the road where I could use the guest parking (there was no visible parking on the road). Given that I didn’t have anything better to do and given how open her zipper was (which was quite a bit of a turn on to me) I decided to turn around, go park my car, and walk past her. This would allow me to get a close look.

After parking my car, I started walking in her direction and got a good look at her as I walked towards her. She was of average height and quite chubby (her stomach stuck out about three inches more than her I’m guessing D-cup sized boobs), young (I would guess that she was in her late 20s), and overall not bad looking (in my opinion). Her zipper was pushed as far open as it could get due to her chubbiness with a good five inches behind the zipper (both in width and height) on full display. Mostly that was bright purple panties, but a little of her brown skin was showing at the top (about half an inch high area). It really is amazing how a person can walk around like that and have no idea.

Given the catastrophic (for her) view of her panties and skin I felt so embarrassed for her; especially since she must have just walk down this sidewalk from the busiest street in the city. As she approached, the idea of telling her made me fell so nervous (because I felt so embarrassed for her) that I could easily understand why no one had said a thing to her even though it was totally honest. Still, I decided that I had to tell her. No one else was around and I believe that letting her know was the right thing to do. As I was getting ready to pass her, I told her (and managed to do so without sounding nervous), and her facial expression instantly changed from ok to extremely embarrassed. After telling her I kept walking on a bit farther before turning around to go back to my car. After turning around, I watched as she entered a gate to my friend's apartment complex. I wondered if I would see her again by chance someday, but I never did.

I’ve learned over the years is when letting another person know about a wardrobe malfunction, rather you try to limit their embarrassment (which I think is best) or not in letting the other person know about an open zipper or other wardrobe malfunction they may still get very embarrassed. Of course you can end up feeling very embarrassed for them too and I think that many people end up too embarrassed themselves to alert the other person. Sure I enjoy the views while they are there to be seen (more than most people I think since this turns me on). But I can’t look forever and I hope someone would tell me if it was me (rather they savored the view first or not). So I tell the other person if at all possible no matter how arousing or embarrassing it feels (and frankly the more embarrassing it is the more I think the person needs to know).

Thank you very much for sharing this amazing story, I already got turned on a lot only by reading it so actually experiencing it must have been very exciting. No matter how exciting the view of the open zipper may be I also feel bad for the person too that they walk around in public being unaware of the exposed zipper(and sometimes underwear or even more) and nobody telling them to save them from further embarassment. I usually don't have the courage to tell someone in person/face to face, if possible I leave them a note or send them a message on their mobile phone(if it's a friend or a colleague at work), I think that leaving a note/sending a message also helps limiting the embarassment for the person with the open zipper as they can fix the mishap being alone with nobody seeing it. If it's a stranger I usually don't tell them(and enjoy the view if the person is a woman/teenage girl), if nobody says something they will probably think that no one saw it and it will be less embarassing for them when they notice it. Unfortunately I don't see many women/girls with the zipper open where I live, usually after seeing a woman/girl with her zipper open it takes several months for it to happen again ^^ Maybe I should leave the house more to have more chances of seeing open zippers but with the pandemic situation I usually only leave the house to go work, hopefully everything will be better soon, not only more chances of seeing open zippers but the situation in general, that public life will return to normal as much as possible.

Cheers to open zippers ;)

I went by a home improvement store to pick up a few things. I was standing near the isle when a nice looking girl went by. She had just came out of the restroom and was busy talking on her phone. I thought I saw her zipper down. I had to see so I followed her out to the gardening section. She squatted down to look at something and her jeans short rolled so that I could see the zipper teeth, but nothing else. I hung around and as she stood up her zipper was wide open I saw a tan panty and it was very thin I am sure I saw some bush under it. She was so into the phone she didn't see me watching. I got at least two more good looks before she left.

Thanks for the reply and I do try to give a good amount of detail about each woman I share a story about (along with the size and shape of the open zipper) as best as I remember to help the readers to somewhat visualize and enjoy for themselves what I experienced. I’m glad these memories are being enjoyed (I still have more to share but obviously the memories are not infinite and I’m seeking to share the best and most memorable moments I’ve experienced over the years). I actually write down my experiences shortly after they occur which helps with my sharing these memories and allows me to better remember and enjoy these memories down the road.

I have read all of the threads on the Zipper Down thread and have enjoyed reading them. I recall your thread entry about leaving your zipper down on purpose and enjoying the reaction. I’ve never had the guts to do that were others could see which you might find ironic given that I’ll tell a lady about her open zipper. If you ever want to share stories about ladies reactions (especially if they worked up the courage to let you know I would enjoy reading about those reactions).

You are right that some of the women might not think that anyone noticed if I had not told them about their zipper being open but I think that would only apply some of the time. If the zipper is open enough to give a clear view of their panties they will realize that at least some of the people noticed and the majority though not all (at least based on reactions I’ve gotten around here over the years) would be quite embarrassed. Those are the situations where it is hardest to say anything (though over the years it has become easier for me to do) and yet the situations where saying something is most needed. If you get a chance to let those women know I hope that you will find a way to do so (and of course share it here afterwards). Ironically the most embarrassed reaction I ever got from a woman was not even from an open zipper but instead from an open blouse button right between the breasts (both buttons below and above were buttoned and it was clearly not a deliberate choice on her part and when I see that I usually let the woman know as well).

Also, thanks for all of the pictures of women over the years with open zippers! It is those pics that lead me to find this website in the first place. And yes the more you leave the house the more opportunities you get to see an open zipper. Where I live there was only one lockdown and Walmart never closed (the place I’m most likely to see an open zipper) so my opportunities never really declined much. I could always go buy a KN-95 mask at a local store (that was a blessing I realize most people did not have) and now I’m done with getting vaccinated so hopefully this will lead to more new stories worth sharing soon. In the meantime I will go ahead and post another old memory below that I still enjoy till this day.

Out of Town - Open Zipper Story Two
 

I was visiting with two friends in another city when we decided to go to Walmart. We entered the store and soon passed by a family of five (a mother, grandmother, father, boy, and girl) which were walking in the opposite direction. In the middle of their group was a beautiful, young (must have been in her early 20s), and petite (not buxom, probably B-cup sized breasts) Hispanic woman (whom I presume was the mother of the two kids I mentioned above) with medium length curly brown hair casually dressed in white shorts and a white short-sleeve shirt. Being beautiful she caught my eye for a moment and I noticed that her shorts zipper was wide open with about a four-inch circular area of white underwear showing. It was one of the largest displays of underwear I have even seen from an open zipper and it left me feeling very aroused. Only the fact that both her panties and her shorts were white (even the zipper itself was white) kept the open zipper from being extremely obvious unless you were close by and looking at her.

Well now that I had seen her huge open zipper, I really wanted to look at her. So, after walking past this family I suggested to my friends (a married couple) that we split up for a few minutes to shop and they agreed. So, I turned around and sought to catch up to that family. When I finally caught up to the family, they were in the gardening section together pushing a basket of groceries towards the parking lot. So, I decided to just take a minute and indirectly watch them leave figuring that I had seen the last of that open zipper. Once they reached their car, which was near the store entrance, they each got into the car except for the beautiful woman I was watching. To my surprise she started to push the empty shopping cart back towards the store.

I decided to jog out of the store into the parking lot and headed straight for her and asked her for the basket (I did not want the basket of course but it gave me a pretext for going out there in a hurry to talk to her). As she handed off the basket to me, I enjoyed one last view of her wide-open zipper. Then I told her I couldn't help but notice that her zipper was open. Fortunately for her, no one else was around to see her reaction because she got the most embarrassed look on her face (honestly that really turned me on but I also felt really bad for her). While I really enjoyed the view I was glad that I could let her know about it and wish I could have let her know before she had entered Walmart (or just after she left the restroom at Walmart if she had last used the restroom there). Personally, I think that one of her four family members really should have notified her about her open zipper (I can’t believe that none of them noticed).

One story I remember spontaneously is sitting opposite a woman(probably between 45-50 years old, maybe also a few years older) on public transport for about 1 hour with my long zipper completely and wide open. She must have noticed but she didn't say anything/didn't make a gesture to attract my attention until I took off my headphones shortly before exiting the tramway. The woman leaned over towards me and said "excuse me but your zipper is open". Of course I knew that my zipper was open but I didn’t expect someone to tell me so I was actually genuinely surprised and thanked her and closed my zipper. Before exiting I looked back at the woman and smiled as to thank her again that she had the courage to tell me and save me from spending more time in public with my zipper open (but she didn't show any reaction).
I will try to remember more of the best stories and post them, I don't write them down but the really exciting ones I don't forget hehe ;)

When I was younger(I am 37 years old now), like between 15-20 years old, I usually didnt have the courage to leave my zipper open intentionally, I think that the very first time that I did it was when I was 19 years old and got turned on very much by seeing a girl at a discotheque, she was with another girl and both were dancing near me and I couldn't help noticing that the first girl forgot to close her zipper (I went to the bathroom and left my zipper open and returned to the dancefloor but unfortunately the two girls didn't notice my open zipper).
I think that it only has been a few years that I started getting more confident about leaving my zipper open intentionally, it still happens that I get too nervous for doing it but I have gotten better at it, being relaxed and/or horny helps of course, when I am tired/stressed, it doesn't work.

Thanks and Recent Experience - Open Zipper Story Two
 

Thanks for the recent stories and more are always welcomed LovesGirlsWithUnzippedFly. I recall reading the second story before and I enjoyed hearing about the nice lady in the first story. Reading the first story, as someone who has let a lot of people know about open zippers over the years here is my speculation on her thoughts. First, you mentioned that she didn’t say anything or gesture until you took your headphones off. That makes since to me. If she is like me and wants to avoid attracting attention to you and perhaps herself (thinking as she did that you didn’t leave your zipper open on purpose) she would definitely wait for that moment to arrive. I think that she wanted to be able to let you know without lifting her voice or showing gestures to keep others from noticing your zipper issue which in turn would limit any potential embarrassment either you or herself might have (that could also make it easier for her to tell you).

A question that you know the answer to is do you want a woman to let you know about your open zipper or not once she notices. If the answer is yes than take off the headphones and put them away once a woman notices (I find a woman with headphones significantly more challenging to notify in private). Also, once you realize that a woman notices if it is not just the two of you, either wait around where you are for others to vacate the area if they seem about to do so, or move to somewhere nearby that is more private and out of earshot of others. I have many times waited discretely for a woman to move to a more private spot or for a spot to become more private. As for why she didn’t reply to your smile the most likely answer in my opinion, and my reason for wanting to move on and avoid anything beyond a thank you after telling a woman was that I often found the situation embarrassing myself. Obviously, my desire to help the other person in need overcame that embarrassment and after many years of this I now feel very little to no embarrassment in most cases (honestly, I miss my embarrassment for the woman because I find the whole embarrassment rather mine or the woman’s to be a turn on). Some people don’t tell because they just don’t care. Some people don’t tell because they find it too embarrassing (showing some or all of your underwear is surely exciting for you but it might become too embarrassing for the other person so perhaps you might try mixing that up if you are looking for women to let you know about it). Some people might need a moment or two to work up the courage to let you know.

As a thanks for the stories, I’m going to share my latest experience with a woman with an open zipper which occurred just yesterday so it is still quite fresh in my mind. I hope you and everyone else who reads it will enjoy it.

Recent Experience - Open Zipper Story Two

I was driving past the front of a Walmart after work on my way home from shopping when I noticed two Hispanic woman who appeared to be in their 40's. One was pushing a basket with some groceries and the other one was walking next to her and they were talking. They both had long black hair, brown skin, and were wearing T-shirts and dark blue jeans. The lady pushing the basket was quite chubby with approximately E-cup sized breasts and a stomach and abdomen that stuck out almost as far as her breasts (overall she was average looking but had some nice curves). The other lady was between chubby and thin with approximately C-cup sized breasts that stuck out somewhat farther than her stomach (she was also average looking and a bit less curvy than I find really sexy).
Anyways, as I drove past them the low hanging sun was shining on them and I clearly saw the zipper handle shining at the bottom the zipper of the woman that was pushing the basket and that her zipper was open just over an inch in the middle and narrowing as it approached the bottom and top of the zipper barely keeping her panties from showing. Given the conversation the two ladies were having and given that the one lady with the open zipper was pushing the basket and that no panties were showing I think it was most likely that the other lady had not even noticed her friend’s open zipper (besides she didn’t get an assist from sunlight as I did). I decided to park my vehicle and see if I could walk past them to enter Walmart and get some exercise. I was hoping I could spot them again and enjoy another view and let the chubby lady know if I could catch her alone (which I thought was pretty unlikely). So I spotted them while parking my car and picked a good space to pass them by. As I got out of my car they finished loading their groceries into their car. I figured I had missed my chance at a second view but the chubby lady decided to push her basket to a nearby spot where baskets are collected that happened to be in my direction while the other lady got into the driver’s seat of their vehicle. This store is almost always out of baskets inside (they really suck at this) so I picked up the pace and called out to the lady asking if I could have her basket (which as you know from reading this know that I only wanted as a pretext to getting up close to her). So I approached her and let my eyes enjoy one last close up view of her open zipper. I then grabbed the basket from her, said “Thank you” and then added “By the way, your zipper is open.” She didn’t catch onto what I was try to tell her regarding her zipper so I added “on your jeans”. With this she understood and said, “Thank you” while reaching down with her right hand to cover her open zipper and with her left hand to pull up her open zipper. I then pushed the basket to the inside of the store happy that I was lucky enough to get a chance to enjoy the view and happy that I was able to catch her alone and help her out. It was certainly not the best open zipper I’ve ever seen but after not seeing any open zippers for over two weeks it was a nice change of pace (I average seeing an undone zipper about once a week).

Cashiers - Open Zipper Story Two
 

I've decided to post a smaller story this time.

I was shopping at a local grocery store on a busy Saturday afternoon and ended up in the shortest line I could find to check-out with a basket full of groceries. When I got up to the cash register. I looked at the lady who was ringing up my groceries. She was a chubby, white woman (probably in her mid-30s), somewhat buxom (I’m guessing a D-Cup), with curly blonde hair. She was wearing a red shirt and tight blue jeans (the standard work outfit for this store) and I could not help but notice the obvious fact that the zipper on her jeans was open (showing about four inches long by about one inch wide worth of white panties). It was an instant turn on. I wondered how long her zipper had been open and how many other customers had seen her panties and said nothing to her. I decided to take a minute to enjoy the view myself while she rang up my groceries. After enjoying the view (she was busy ringing up my groceries and did not notice), I leaned in close and quietly told her about her open zipper (so as to do what I could to help her avoid any possible embarrassment and keep the next customer in line from overhearing me). It worked well since none of the other customers nearby seemed to hear anything I said, and she said thanks (clearly not embarrassed) and fixed it.

The next time I went shopping there I looked for her and found her when it was time to check out. I figured that if her zipper had been open last time that perhaps it would be open again. I went ahead and got in her line (no it was not the shortest checkout line this time) and waited my turn to check out. While waiting I got a look at her zipper (she was wearing the same jeans as my last visit) and her zipper was open just as before with white panties showing again. So, I discretely enjoyed the view for as long as I could and finally told her as I was paying her for my groceries. She fixed it immediately and said thanks again just like last time. The view was even more enjoyable the second time than the first time. The first time was on a weekday after work and the store was somewhat busy but this second visit was on a very busy Saturday afternoon so I figured that it was probable that even more customers saw her panties than the prior visit.

With future visits I concluded that those jeans must have had a defective zipper because every time I saw her in those jeans the zipper would be down, with white panties always showing. When she was wearing any other pair of jeans the zipper was always up. Clearly showing off her panties didn’t bother her a bit since she kept wearing those jeans and never made any effort to cover her open zipper by untucking her shirt (which she could have) wrapping a jacket around her or anything else. I really enjoyed checking out every time she was there and really missed her after she eventually stopped working there.

Girls with unzipped fly
 

One time I was at a Del Taco. The cashier was really attractive. Mid 20's, blond hair. As she was taking my order, I looked down and noticed the gold zipper on her black uniform pants was unzipped all the way. I felt myself getting aroused. After I paid her, I whispered quietly, "Your fly is down" She got super flushed, then quickly spun around and zipped it up. I smiled at her and went to sit down.

I was babysitting these two kids one summer. Once a week I was allowed to take them out somewhere to eat. They of course wanted McDonalds. The little girl was fascinated with zippers and loved pulling them down and back up. I was wearing very tight jeans shorts so when we were at home she couldn't get the zipper down even though she tried. The boy was older and I had caught him looking at porn on line when he was supposed to be playing a game. He was the one I was concerned about he had to sit beside me with his sister on the other side and he would reach for salt or something and brush his arm against my breast. The blouse I had on that day was a button up and he kept trying to look down it and when he reached for the salt about the tenth time he actually tried to unbutton a button. The sister would eat her nuggets before I was half way through my hamburger. It took me longer to eat having to tend to them. The boy kept trying things so I was very aggravated at him and not paying attention to her. I didn't want to make a scene in McDonalds.

I finally gave in and asked the boy if I would unbutton my top button would he let me finish my food. Nothing was going to show unless I bent over which I knew I wouldn't till I buttoned it back up. We finished eating and he got up first I slid across the seat and stood up. He pointed out to the restaurant that my zipper was down and he said I wasn't wearing panties. As you can imagine every guy in the place looked. I picked up his sister and used her to hide the zipper being down until we got outside and I could zip it up. I guess you could say he won, because when I sat his sister down to zip up my shorts he got a look down my blouse.

Out Dining - Open Zipper Story One
 

I remember a long time ago going to a Chili's restaurant near work and being greeted by an attractive hostess I had never seen before (she must have been new to the job since I ate there almost weekly at the time). She was a Hispanic lady that appeared to be in her 30s with medium length curly black hair and a trim body with a smaller chest (probably a B-cup).

I recall that on my first visit to this Chili’s this hostess met me at the door, wearing black shirt and tan slacks, just as the restaurant opened. She showed me to my seat for lunch and then she went to the restroom. I was met next by my waiter and I got a menu to look at and I ordered a drink. About five minutes later I was looking around for my waiter, I had decided upon what I wanted for lunch, and I noticed the hostess again, this time seating a couple at the table next to mine (the second customers thru the door that day). Then she walked by me back to the entry way of the restaurant and I saw that her zipper was wide open though her shirt was covering the top half of it. I recalled that her zipper was closed when she seated me, so she clearly had forgotten to zip it back up when she went to the restroom. The zipper opening itself was oval shaped exposing about a two-inch long (due to her shirt covering the top half) by one-inch wide area of black underwear. With those tan slacks every new customer could not possibly miss it even with her shirt covering half of it. At this point she was walking out of my view, back to her post by the front door, while she pulled down her shirt. I found myself both aroused and wondering if she had realized that her zipper was down and was about to fix it out of sight of anyone else.

I kept an eye on the hostess (no longer caring what my waiter was doing) curious to see if she had fixed her open zipper or not. About five minutes later I managed to get another look (while she seated the third customer of the day nearby). She walked past the other couple and me and I saw that her zipper was still open; and her shirt had actually raised up a bit and was no longer covering any of her open zipper. After passing by near me, she walked over to and talked to a younger 20 something male coworker (not my waiter) about ten feet from me for about four minutes before returning to her spot at the front of the restaurant waiting for the next customers.

Almost immediately upon returning to the front of the restaurant another couple came in and she seated them. While she was seating this couple, I got yet another look at her still wide-open zipper. So much for her coworker letting her know (he probably was enjoying the view too and if he actually wanted to let her know he must have found the situation too embarrassing). At this rate, with several other customers and a coworker having clearly seen her open zipper and saying nothing, this poor lady could end up unknowingly exposing her underwear for every customer and other coworkers for the next several hours (until she finally needed to go to the restroom again). This left me filling so bad and embarrassed for her and yet so aroused as to start getting hard. I know if it had been me I would have wanted anyone to tell me and save me from so much future embarrassment. So I decided to try and save her from all that potential embarrassment and let her know about her wide open zipper so she could fix it. Also, I would get one more really good view and then see her reaction when I told her. At this point she was alone at the front of the restaurant, so I went ahead and walked up to her before another customer could show up. I got her attention and quietly said to her "I couldn't help but notice a minute ago when you walked by me that your zipper was open. You might want to fix it." The look on her face told me that she didn't catch on to what I was telling her. I guess that I had caught her off guard and that she didn’t hear all of what I had said (it was a rather wordy way to let someone know but I was quite embarrassed for her so finding the best wording eluded me at that moment). I then quickly added, "on your pants." With that her face changed to an embarrassed look (she finally understood) and she reached down to cover her zipper with her left hand for a moment before she pulled it up. Given that she was clearly embarrassed, I was glad I could let her know before it got even more embarrassing for her.

The following week I stopped at that Chili’s again when it opened (first customer again) in part to see that hostess again and in part to enjoy lunch. I walked in and she was up front waiting for customers to arrive. She was wearing the same outfit as she wore during my last visit (I wonder if this was her only work outfit). Her zipper was open again with her shirt not covering any of her open zipper (it was an instant turn on). This time her zipper opening was also oval shaped exposing about a four-inch long by one-inch wide area of white panties showing. I’m guessing that she would try and take a restroom break right before the restaurant opened and maybe she was too focused on the long day’s work ahead to remember it. Since it was just her and I up front I went ahead and told her this time before she even moved to sit me down. She was just as embarrassed as the last time. I felt bad for her, but I really enjoyed the view.

The following visit her zipper stayed up the whole visit (again the same outfit). She must have quit or been fired soon after that because I never saw her again. I wish that she and I had been friends or dated because I would have loved to see just how often she would have gotten distracted and forgotten to zip up and subsequently gotten embarrassed upon my letting her know.

I’m glad interest in this thread never waned (at least from the few people who still post). I’m back— the guy who promised his stories so long ago— and I’m here to tell them.

Yes, I leave my zipper down and wide open in public for women to ogle. To give you an idea of what these spectacles are like, I’ve included pictures. As you can see, I managed to fold the interior flap of the fly backwards, out of view, making for a very large exposure on my crotch. This can be easily accomplished on any pair of pants (as far as I can tell) by cutting that short strip of stitching below of the zipper that secures it there. Once that’s gone, you can fold your fly flap freely all the way up to the waistband, where a fastened button can hold it in position (or out of position, so to speak) indefinitely. As you can see, a long and sizable sliver of my boxers is clearly visible while standing. Colorful red underwear make this even more noticeable. When I’m sitting, it gapes extraordinarily wide. I sometimes wonder if it looks blatantly intentional, but then again few would ever think that a man would do this on purpose. Despite its flagrant inappropriateness it probably appears innocent enough-- at least to unsuspecting onlookers. Let me know your impression because I’ve always wondered. That said, most women never tell me. I've collected data a while now: less than 5% of women I interact with bother, less the 1% of women in passing. Whether it’s because they fail to muster the courage, overcome their schadenfreude, or simply summon the decency, I can’t say. But the fact remains that it’s a rare occurrence, though they can’t help but notice. This is fine by me of course. I prefer for them to stare and wince and cruelly smirk at my ‘fashion faux pas’. To take pictures and to whisper about it out to their friends. To stare unashamedly in licentious fascination and leave me in ‘ignorance’. I’ve been at this for over 8 years now and I’ve seen it all. Without further ado, here’s one of my stories:

A while back I used to work at a large retail book store. Hell, I’ll say it— it was a Barnes and Noble (the only large retail bookstore left). At the time I found myself working with exclusively women coworkers and supervisors, and once on a blue moon I’d pull one of my signature stunts for them. One in particular stands out to me as the most arousing.

On a Wednesday night I was cashiering alone. A couple of hours before my shift ended I radioed my supervisor to let her know that I was going on a bathroom break. While in the bathroom, I unzipped my fly to drain the snake, tucked my penis back into my boxers, and then washed my hands and left the restroom, ‘carelessly’ omitting one crucial step. (See my picture with the blue sweater for reference). It takes some nerve to walk out in a public place like that, but having had plenty of experience previously I was able to play a cool hand and act as if nothing was amiss. Then I proceeded to cashier with my fly wide open and the crotch of my bright red boxers in clear view for all to see. If you’re wondering how visible I was behind the cashiers counter, the answer is: very. Our counters were low, coming up to about an inch below my crotch. Anybody that got checked out by me had a clear view of the goods— ample opportunity to check me out. There were only a handful of people during that interval who came through my line, most of them older women (the primary demographic of that store) and a few men who didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of telling me. Watching women's darting eyes, double takes, and lingering stares is always a turn on, and I received plenty of gratification that first half hour. That isn’t the crux of my story however. Believe it or not, that was more or less a common occurrence for me, and nothing to write home about. It’s what happened next that really shot me to the moon.

My manager radioed to let me know that she would be coming to count the registers, as was custom at that hour. She was a short red-head in her mid 40’s who wore feminist glasses, and was stout like a New England bar maid. For confidentiality's sake, I’ll call her Suzy. Suzy was never married, probably because she was ingratiating and controlling, and still lived with her mother. You know the type. From the few personal conversations we shared it was evident that our world views were opposed, and, though she had to tolerate me as a manager because of my dependability, it was very apparent that she disliked me. I mention this because it provides some explanation for the events that follow. Anyways, when she reached the registers she noticed immediately that my fly was wide open. Suzy was visibly taken aback by the severity of it, though clearly intrigued. I played it cool, bracing myself for the obligatory ‘hey, you’re fly's down’. But it never came. She drank in the gaping spectacle for a few moments, failed to prevent herself from doing several double-takes, and then went on to count the registers as if all was well. I was a bit dumbstruck that my own manager didn’t think it prudent to say something (especially when she had me in a secluded spot)— surely someone like her would have reveled in the chance to point out such an embarrassing oversight to an underling. Nevertheless I was also grateful that she chose not to spoil the show. I leaned at flattering angles, looking off at browsing customers, and watched in my peripheral vision as she surrendered to her baser instincts and stared opportunistically.

A women suddenly arrived to buy some books, then two others cued behind her in rapid succession. Suzy immediately tensed-up, probably fearful that one of these ladies would muster the decency to tell me. With nothing left to do but truck on, I waved the first one over. She had a coy smirk during the whole transaction, and whenever we established eye-contact her eyes darted up to my face (implying that they were downcast beforehand). Suzy continued working diligently as I rambled through our sales spiel. It was the holidays, and at that time we had to ask every customer if they wanted to buy a kids book to donate to our county’s ‘library on wheels’. Popular children’s fiction was displayed against the wall behind me, and I would step back and gesture at them during my pitch to try and entice a sale. This night, it had the added effect of highlighting my gaping fly to those still waiting in line. The next women in the cue became particularly interested, and started to lean against the counter strategically to get a better look. This was right in front of Suzy, who was now noticeably anxious about all the attention her cruel silence had garnered me.

Just then, while I was still checking out my first customer, I noticed our custodian lady standing off to the side with trash bags in her hand. She had been making her rounds behind the counter and was waiting to change the bin just in front of me. She was also staring wide-eyed down at the obvious. Miss custodian was a petit hispanic woman, very attractive in my opinion, but always haggard looking and overly quiet. I stepped back to give her access to the trash as my customer was paying, and she promptly dropped to her knees to perform the task. This put her at eye-level mere inches from my crotch. My customer sported and amused grin at this odd scene while I bagged her books ‘obliviously’ and handed them over. Miss Custodian, meanwhile, took an abnormally long time changing out my trash bag, and I bid my first customer goodnight and beckoned the other over before she finally moved on.

Customer number 2 was the one who had noticed before while in line. She was a stocky middle-aged lady with straight blond hair, expertly applied makeup, and was wearing a professional blouse tucked into dark skinny jeans that complimented her pear-shaped figure nicely. I later learned that she was a house realtor looking to decorate her homes with some soulless, overpriced coffee-table books full of doctored photos and empty platitudes (something women of her demographic typically buy). This lady was far less discreet during our interaction than my last one had been, and she stared enthusiastically whenever my attention was taken by something else.

I stretched out the transaction as best I could, giving my eager audience ample opportunity to absorb it all. Suzy, still counting money off to the side, had evidently gotten over her initial apprehension and was back to ogling me too. At one point the two even exchanged a knowing glance to one another. After I went through my spiel and scanned all of her books, I announced the total price and waited for her to dig a card out of her purse. Instead she pulled her phone out and said ‘You know, I’m so sure I’m ready to buy these after all’. She asked if she could take pictures of her books on the counter in case she decided to come back and purchase them later. This was a highly unusual request (and a very obvious ploy to snap a candid picture of my spectacularly unzipped fly), but it wasn’t technically unreasonable, so I said ‘sure, no problem’ and stepped back slightly to let her frame her shot.

Suzy stood by, mouth agape (yet with the corners still curled in unmistakable glee), and stared in shock at this flagrant breach of civility. She couldn’t intervene without (in her mind) embarrassing/offending me— her hands were tied. She probably didn’t even want to. Hell, her shared fascination with the lady had probably encouraged it in the first place! The next woman in line was also party this shameless exploitation, as she definitely had a clear view of my photographers screen and the subject that warranted such treatment. With flash on and her phone at full volume, angled at the books on the counter (but really focused on my crotch further back) my customer proceeded to snap several photos of my yawning fly, her devilish smirk positively beaming. My heart was pounding at this, but I maintained my composure and acted as if she was actually taking pictures of her useless books. When she was satisfied, we exchanged parting pleasantries. Then I placed her items aside to make room for customer number three.

This last transaction was short, and my customer was not nearly as animated as her former cohorts. Her smile was a nervous one, and her replies to my spiel were curt and had undertones of pity. Her eyes still darted from my crotch to my face as we spoke, though not with the same excitement I had grown accustomed to. Suzy, however, was emanating an aura of pure and unbridled schadenfreude. The money from her register had scarcely been counted, because she was now obsessively watching my bulge through my wide open zipper. Before I finished my customer out, another lined up, then another. I went on to check out a few more women of various ages (luckily no men came through then), with my eager manager in attendance. Believe it or not, she clearly delighted in the public humiliation which she no doubt believed she had ‘orchestrated’ for me. I suppose, in a way, it was true. I’ve never seen her take so long to count the registers.

When there was finally a reprieve from my line, Suzy and I began to engage in idle chit chat, as coworkers tend to do. The subject of my open fly never came up. After a little while, I noticed her fingers start to thoughtfully stroke the phone in her hand— that shameless woman’s dastardly deed had clearly given her ideas, and she proceeded to lift her phone as if to check email or something. I carried on as if this was normal (under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t realize it anyway), and slowly but surely she worked up the courage to slyly lift the camera lens to an more direct angle— obviously framing a photo. I casually put my hands in my pockets, causing my fly to game spectacularly, no doubt. Suzy couldn’t help but smile. She thankfully had the presence of mind to ensure that her flash was off and her phone was muted. I imagine she got several good shots of me in the end.

It was difficult to stifle an erection at this point, though I managed to keep it from reaching full-sail. Not being able to inspect myself without giving the whole thing away, its hard to say how lewd this scene appeared. From mirror-research I can say that the outward pressure of my semi-inflated cock probably made my fly gape more ‘firmly’, and my boxer-clad genital bulge was most definitely apparent through the splayed zipper gap. These developments have transpired more than a few times, but never incited any public scorn or even judgmental glares, so evidently it still appears to be an innocent (though catastrophically revealing) oversight. It’s still a dangerous game to play, because a full blown erection could easily slip out of my buttonless boxer fly under the right circumstances. I’ve never flashed anybody (to my knowledge) but I have a couple of stories where it may have gotten close.

Anyways, Suzy and I continued talking for a while longer while she finished counting the registers, and I managed to get my cock under control again before more customers started lining up. Without any more excuse to linger, my manager went on to attend to other things, abandoning me to my very public post. The last hour was slow, and the people who came through were all witness to my revealing spectacle. Suzy walked past a couple of times to straighten things near the check-out counters. Of course, she was really checking to see if I had ever discovered my embarrassing fashion faux pas-- her eyes were suspiciously downcast whenever she looked my way. Funnily enough, one good Samaritan actually did tell me during that hour, catching me when no one else was around. I just feigned embarrassment, hid behind the register and pretended to zip up, then resumed my act after they left the store. The show must go on, as they say.

After subjecting a few more customers to my cheeky show, it was finally quittin’ time, and one of my coworkers came to replace me at the register (under the direction of my conniving manager no doubt.) She was a tall girl, but very shy, about 19 or 20, and at a loss for words at the sight of my wide open zipper. With nothing much to say to each other except ‘see ya’, we exchanged curt nods and I went to clock out and collect my things from the break room. Before leaving through the back door, Suzy came up behind me and chided ‘heading out?’. I confirmed that I was and she beckoned me over to say something important. Of course she would want to witness my humiliating discovery— instigate it even. I braced myself for the inevitable.

“Your zipper’s down,” she whispered loudly.

Suzy had bided her time till the very end to tell me, waiting until there was no more opportunity to prolong my exhibition. It would have been easier not to say anything, but this dastardly lady disliked me so much that she even wanted to see my embarrassing realization. In actuality it turned me on like crazy, so I endeavored to put on a good show for her yet again. I spent a second looking down to take in what everyone else had seen for the past two hours, and uttered something along the lines of ‘Jesus! It’s wide open’. Then I hurriedly zipped up (not bothering to turn away) and acted very concerned, looking off into this distance as if in recollection. “Damn...” I muttered half to myself (but really for Suzy’s benefit), “Must’ve been down for a while. I wonder if anybody else noticed” She gave a grimacing smile at that, the one where you suck in through your teeth, and replied, “I actually noticed it about 10 or 15 minutes ago from across the floor, but I never got the chance to tell you until now.” It was a calculated line, enough to imply how bad it had really been for me, but not enough to reveal her part in it all. Three or four more agonizing seconds passed in silence between us as I looked off contemplatively into the distance again. Suzy had to purse her lips to stop from smiling— the masochistic b*tch was genuinely enjoying this. “Well thanks for telling me…” I said in defeat. “See you tomorrow.” At that we parted.

I consider this one of my best shows and I hope the reasons for it came across in the retelling. Suzy was a heck of a sport, and ironically we’re kindred spirits in a lot of ways. Had the roles been switched, I probably would have acted much the same way (though the dynamic between a male manager and female subordinate would make it slightly more prickly). It’s hard to say what the appeal of leaving my zipper wide open in public is, precisely. I love the exhibitionist side of things, obviously, but, as this story clearly indicated, I love the humiliation aspect of it too. Either way, I’ve written about this at great length to hear your feedback, so let me know what you think! I have many more experiences to share, and with the proper encouragement they’ll be as thoroughly retold as the one you just read. Thanks for reading and thanks for posting all those pictures on the main thread— I’m a regular lurker.

To Swagaholic420
 

Thanks for your workplace story. I’m going to post another story from my favorite past experiences of dealing with other women with their zipper open. This one happened at my job so perhaps my thoughts might give you an idea or two of what your coworkers might be thinking (except for Suzy) when they see your open zipper.

Before my new post mentioned above, I will reply to your last entry concerning the following quotes from your story:

Quote #1
“I sometimes wonder if it looks blatantly open…….Let me know your impression because I’ve always wondered.”

For strangers I see in public for one time (such as a mall) I usually assume that an open zipper is an accident regardless of how wide open or embarrassing it looks. The only things that would make me suspicious or even assume that it was deliberate would be if the person was not wearing underwear (for a woman), showing private parts (for a man), or repeatedly reaching their hands in both pockets unless it was pretty cold (which would serve to keep the zipper as open as possible).

As for family, friends, coworkers, or strangers I would see many times (such as workers at a grocery store that I normally shop at) this changes things a bit. The above rules still apply. In addition, if I see their zipper open on the same pair of jeans, etc. more than twice, I do wonder if it is deliberate or not. In my experience most people are not that careless or get embarrassed enough to make sure it is up. Given that, when I see someone with their zipper open for the third, fourth, or beyond time on the same pair of short, etc. I conclude that it is almost certain that they either are leaving it open on purpose or more likely that the zipper on that piece of clothing is defective and will unzip itself. Hence, when this occurs, I look to see if I can notice the zipper unzipping by itself or not.

There was once a female janitor at my job who wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans (standard attire for her job) and I noticed more than once that the zipper on one of the blue jeans she wore was open about half the time (I never did see her underwear). I saw her in those jeans for a good two months (afterwards she stopped wearing them). One day during those two month I walked into the hallway she was on, saw her talking to two other janitors, and noticed that her zipper was about half-way down. I decided to hang out there for a moment or two and pretended to check my work phone for emails. While doing this I saw that her zipper was slowly going down in reaction to her stomach pushing against it while she was breathing and talking. Hence, I knew that she simply was wearing jeans with a faulty zipper.

If you have a pair of slacks, etc. that you can wear to work that has a faulty zipper that slowly unzips itself I would say to wear that and you should have no issue going around unzipped as much as you want without raising any suspicion. Try and sag the shorts, etc. so that the zipper will spread as wide as it can when it opens. And if a coworker does get on to you about it you can just blame the zipper for being faulty.

Quote #2
“……one good Samaritan actually did tell me during that hour, catching me when no one else was around. I just feigned embarrassment, hid behind the register and pretended to zip up……”

I would have loved to have heard if this good Samaritan, was a man or woman, had sounded nervous while telling you, and if you noticed the person waiting to catch you in private (I believe that your Samaritan did this to try and not embarrass you), or the person’s initial reaction to seeing your open zipper if you noticed.

I do understand that it was the manager’s reaction that got you excited and hence that is what you remembered best. If you have stories involving good Samaritans, specifically women, and their reactions I would love to read them.

Quote #3
“It’s hard to say what the appeal of leaving my zipper wide open in public is,……”

I think you covered the appeal for yourself well enough; humiliation, embarrassment, along with the fact that it turns you on sexually. As long as it works for you, who cares what anyone else thinks.

I will say that the show you put on sounds quite embarrassing and hence works well for you. Reading your story I only once ever found myself feeling more embarrassed for a guy that I saw with an open zipper than I would have felt if I had seen you there (and no, his private parts were not showing which is good since that could have gotten him arrested). In his case he was at Walmart walking from the electronics section towards the front of the store down the main aisle. It seemed to me that he must have just used the restroom and I do believe that he was genuinely unaware of his zipper being as wide open as possible. His zipper was open like yours except that the opening was more circular (about four or five inches across). He was wearing light blue jeans and bright red underwear. Unlike your underwear, he was wearing briefs which wrapped around his large flaccid penis and balls making the size and shape clear to anyone looking at him. For the first time in many years I actually gawked at seeing him while thinking to myself, “Oh my God! That poor guy.” And feeling extreme embarrassment for him.

Normally I would let someone know if they had left their zipper open but in that moment I was just too embarrassed to say anything to him (even though he and I were well out of earshot of anyone else). It is one of those rare moments that I wish I had told someone about their open zipper when I didn’t.

Possible Lose-Lose Situation - Open Zipper Story Two
 

One day at work I was walking around (taking my fifteen-minute morning break) saying hello to some of my coworkers. While doing this I walked up to the desk of my coworker Sylvia (not her real name). Sylvia Is a pretty 30 something tall Hispanic woman with dark wavy hair and a petite small-chested (she had to be an A-cup) body. Sylvia is a very nice and friendly person, and I am always happy to visit with her.

On this occasion, I said hello to Sylvia as I walked past her cubical figuring that we would talk briefly if she was not busy. She swiveled around in her office chair to face me and gave a cheerful hello. At this moment I clearly saw that the zipper on her white jeans was wide open revealing a three-inch circular area of red panties. It was a mesmerizing view and a great turn on, but it was also a dilemma. I could say nothing, but she would figure out that her zipper had been open later and might be upset if she realized that I saw this and didn’t tell her. On the other hand, I could tell her, but she might take it badly and react loudly enough for other nearby coworkers to overhear which would have been real embarrassing for us both. I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself in front of any other coworkers (at least they could not see her due to the cubicles having six feet tall walls around each of them). Plus, while a stranger might not react well when told about a wardrobe malfunction at lease you will never see them again (a person I work with daily is quite different).

Since I know Sylvia, get along well with her, and given what I knew her personality, I decided that the best way to handle this was to go ahead and let her know. While I would have enjoyed a long view, I already had a great memory for the future and staring too long would have made my look like a perv (definitely not a good thing at work). I took a moment and checked to verify that no one else was to close by with my peripheral vision and I then went ahead and let her know. Her response, which surprised me a bit, was to cheerfully say thanks and then tell me that the zipper on those jeans opened all of the time as she pulled up her zipper in front of me.

Given that she knew that the zipper was prone to opening by itself, I was surprised that she would wear these jeans to work. In the future I made sure to say hello there after every time she wore those jeans and felt comfortable to let her know about any future wardrobe malfunctions. For example, the following month she visited my office for a closed-door meeting about a project we were working together on. While she was there, I noticed and let her know that the button between her breasts had come undone and gapped open revealing a nice lacy black bra. The buttons above and below were buttoned so I was sure it was not a fashion choice. It is nice to be able to let her know about such things without having to worry how she will react.

Girls with unzipped fly
 

Nice stories. Hopefully some of our female members will post stories about when they got caught with their fly down.

Out Dining - Open Zipper Story Two
 

As Christmas approaches, I wanted to share one more open zipper story for this year. The following is one of my favorite open zipper memories and I hope you enjoy it.

One time, many years ago, I was out enjoying a long leisurely lunch on a Saturday at a packed Olive Garden restaurant with my friend Emily (not her real name). While Emily and I talked and enjoyed our meal I took a little time to look around the restaurant. Every table was filled with dining customers and many more people were waiting to get a table by the front door. The waiters and waitresses were quite busy with their customers. They were all wearing black button up shirts and black slacks.

After a few minutes there I noticed one young waitress in particular, while looking around for our waitress so we could order our meals. This waitress had tanned white skin, was fairly thin, quite buxom (I’m guessing an E-cup), wavy blonde hair, and appeared to be in her late 20s. I found her to be stunningly beautiful. But even more attention grabbing to me was that her zipper, which was fairly long (I’m guessing about 6 inches) was all the way down.

This zipper opening, due to the slacks fitting tightly against her body, was shaped like the letter V at the top of which the buttoned top pulled the slacks back together where her waist was a little thinner than her hips. The zipper teeth shined clearly against the black fabric of her slacks. As if that was not enough to make her open zipper obvious there was a slice of white panties showing from about half-way up to the top of her zipper where her zipper opening was widest showing a little under an inch wide area of white panties near the top. That contrast in color was enough for anyone to spot her open zipper from across the room. Also, her large bosom clearly blocked any possible view for her to see her open zipper whenever she looked down.

Having spotted this beautiful waitress’s open zipper, I decided to focus on looking at her as much as possible without being too obvious about it. I did this while chatting back and forth with Emily. As for Emily, she was sitting with her back to the restaurant with a nice window view of the outside, so she was completely unaware of what I had seen.

I watched as this waitress visited the different tables of her customers and none of them told her about her open zipper. At one point this waitress stopped to talk with another waitress. Where they were talking was an almost perfect spot for her coworker to let her know about her open zipper because the view of the open zipper was out of sight of anyone else (thanks to booths blocking any of the customers’ views). When the waitress was done with her coworker she went back to her customers with her zipper as open as ever. You might think that one of her customers or coworkers, perhaps her boss, might let her know but they didn’t.

As for why no one said anything I think it was probably for one of the following reasons. First some people see something like that and decide that it is easier or better for them to ignore it. Second, while some people would normally tell, it gets less likely the more potentially embarrassing it is and the more public it is. Given how almost impossible it would be to let this waitress know discretely in such a public setting and I can understand why none of her customers let her know. Finally, I’m sure that some of the other people were enjoying the view (I know I was).

The longer her zipper was open and the longer no one told her about it the more I got aroused by it. At the same time, I felt bad for her since she was clearly unaware of it. If nobody said anything, this unfortunate waitress would probably end up walking around with her zipper open for the entire lunch time work period and perhaps far longer. The idea of saving her from that (especially as some people find it really embarrassing) and seeing how she would take the news was becoming an ever-growing real growing turn as I watched her. Hence, I decided that I would try to tell her in a way that other customers and employees and even my friend would not hear. It was the best possibility to not embarrass her. I try not to embarrass those I tell for their sake, but I am even more turned on when some woman gets embarrassed anyways.

I decided that my only hope of doing all of that without drawing to much attention to her was to just walk past her and quickly say something and hope that she took it well. So, I excused myself from my friend and went to the restroom hoping that I would pass by the waitress along the way to the restroom or on the way back to my seat. I took my time walking to and from the restroom, but I had no luck running into her (she went to the kitchen right after I got up and was having another conversation with the coworker from earlier as I returned).

I still wanted to let her know but I didn’t think I would get a chance to catch her given that she had never even walked past our table let alone stopped to check on us since she was not our waitress. Hence, I continued to enjoy the views while dining with my friend. When the meal almost done this waitress happened to walk in a direction that would take her past our table for the first time the entire meal.

And this left me with a choice on rather to catch her attention and let her know in front of Emily or not. Emily, unlike most of the other customers in the room, still had no idea about this waitress’s wardrobe malfunction since she had never turned around and looked at her. Up to that point in my life I had never told someone about a wardrobe malfunction in front of anybody else that I knew. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Emily because I didn’t want to embarrass the waitress nor Emily. I figured that Emily would get somewhat to very embarrassed for the waitress once Emily saw her with the open zipper and panties showing. Emily was a somewhat shy and very innocent person at that point in her life. However, I could either help this waitress by letting her know then or never.

I decided that the more important thing was to let the waitress know. On the plus side, I figured that this beautiful waitress would have to turn her back to the restaurant, walk right up to the table to hear me clearly, and face me to talk to me. Also, it was too loud for anyone at another table to hear anything said. Finally, with her back to the restaurant, even if the waitress got fairly embarrassed for that moment only Emily and I would see or hear it unless she yelled out with extreme embarrassment.

Given that, I called out quite loudly (so she could hear me) to the waitress as she was about to pass, and she turned and came right up to our table (just as I figured she would) to see what I wanted. At this point the waitress had her back to the restaurant and Emily turned to see who I was talking to and saw this waitress as she walked up, with her open zipper, for the first time. I noticed that Emily’s face turned somewhat red with a look of embarrassment for this waitress upon finally seeing her (with her open zipper only about a foot from both Emily and my own faces). As for the waitress, she was looking directly at me and didn’t even notice Emily’s reaction. It makes me wonder, if there were other embarrassed looks or long stares that she had the misfortune to miss that might have warned her something was off? I went ahead and let the waitress know by saying, “I just called you over here to let you know that your zipper is open.” My heart pounded in my chest out of nervousness for both the waitress’s and Emily’s reactions but at least that nervousness was not in my voice when I spoke. The waitress reacted with gratefulness and with her back now facing everyone except me and Emily she zipped up immediately in front of us and said, “Thank you so very much”.

Afterwards the waitress left our table and immediately following that our waitress came over and asked if we needed anything. Given where my waitress had been standing, she must have seen me talking to the other waitress but did not have a view of the other waitress pulling up her zipper. Without missing a beat Emily said, “No” and that the other waitress had answered our question. It was a nice lie to protect the other waitress.

After we left the restaurant, Emily and I discussed what had happened. Emily said that she couldn't believe that I told the waitress about her open zipper. I asked her if she would have wanted to know if she had been the waitress with the open zipper. She said, “Yes, but it is so embarrassing!” I then told Emily that she was right but that the more embarrassing it is the more the other person needs to know and that it was the right thing to do (I never told Emily how much the whole thing turned me on especially given how innocent she was at the time). Emily agreed, and in the years since I have told a hand full of other women about their open zippers while with Emily and even told Emily when her zipper was open which has happened since then more than once.

Out Dining - Open Zipper Story Three
 

While most of us wait for warmer weather when open zippers are more likely to be seen I decided to share this story from a few years ago.

I went out for lunch on a Saturday and arrived at a Mediterranean restaurant a few minutes after it opened to beat the crowd that would fill it within the next hour. At this place customers had to walk in the door, walking down a line selecting the items they wanted to eat, pay for them, and then get a table. I was done selecting items, sliding my trey near the desserts area moving towards where the cashier was to pay for my food. I decided to look back and saw an average looking 30 something guy with a pretty 30 something woman enter with the guy right behind the woman. There were no other customers in line and only a hand full of tables had people dining at them. Instantly the woman got my full attention. She was about 6 feet tall with pale white skin, short blonde hair, with a pair shaped body. The upper half of her body was fairly average with a C-cup size chest and chubby stomach. The lower half of her body was much chubbier with very wide hips, thick fat legs (especially the upper half), and a very large rear end. She was wearing a black t-shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans.

What had caught my full attention was that her zipper was being pushed wide open due to her abdomen pressing against it causing a large four-inch opening of white panties that showed through the open zipper. It is funny that a person can be wearing such tight jeans and not notice the loosening caused by an open zipper, but I know from life experiences with different people that people rarely notice.

I was instantly highly turned on an also felt bad for her since she was walking around in public like that. I figure that the guy had almost certainly already been enjoying the view and either decided not to tell her about her open zipper due to that enjoyment or possibly he felt too embarrassed by the situation to warn her about her zipper being wide open.

I instantly decided to stop and pretended to examine the dessert to see if she would stay by him or come up alone to where I was. I wanted to enjoy the view up close, but I also decided that if I could catch her alone in line or at the tea section after paying for my lunch that I would warn her about her open zipper. While I waited, I kept an eye on her watching as she ordered food from the different employees serving it (first one guy at the bread station, then one guy at vegetables, and then a woman at the meat station. None of them said a word to her about her open zipper even though the boyfriend had ended up a bit behind her slowly picking out his food items. I imagine that the two guys probably enjoyed the view as much as I did, but I was a bit surprised that the woman didn’t let her know (too shy perhaps).

Then the woman walked up towards me while her boyfriend was still picking his vegetables. As she approached, I turned towards her, as if noticing only then that she was approaching. Since I could let her know out of earshot of others about her open zipper and then let her know about it quietly. She surprised me by taking the news very well and was in fact quite cheerful about it letting me know that her zipper opened up all of the time while pulling it up and saying thanks.

I enjoyed letting her know and definitely enjoyed the view, but I was surprised that she was actually cheerful about it. I did keep an eye out for her zipper for the rest of the time I was dining there but it stayed closed.

Girls With Their Fly Down
 

Hey guys, if you go on Google and type in Tumblr Unbuttoned and Unzipped and hit videos, there are a ton of videos of girls unzipping their fly. Its such a turn on hearing the sound of their flys being unzipped. Enjoy!!!!

Girls with open fly
 

Type Tumblr Jeans Unbuttoned and Unzipped. I forgot to mention "jeans" Enjoy!

Girls with their fly down.
 

On Tik Tok there's a ton of females with their fly down. Just type in "Her fly's down" Enjoy!

Zipper down at work
 

Something amazing happened to me at work today. A woman I work was talking to me, and while she was talking she lifted up her shirt a bit. As she lifted up her shirt, I saw her zipper on her jeans was completely open! I instantly got hard. She finished up she was telling me, and turned to walk back to her office. I thought I should go to her office and tell her that her fly was down. I walked in and said "Your fly is down" She lifted up her shirt and said "Oops!" And zipped it back up. I have had similar experiences with her zipper being down. I'm almost positive she does it on purpose knowing it turns me on.

Co workers fly down
 

Guys she did it again! The blonde woman I work with was wearing purple jeans. We were talking and she lifted up her shirt a bit, and looked down at her zipper which was all the way down! She smiled at me and zipped it up. I said to her "No, leave it down."

Welcome to the thread!
 

I came across Eliza Simmons to and tried to send her a message. It's always exciting when you hear about a female who loves to tease by leaving her fly down intentionally. I have been fortunate enough to have encounters with women / girls, who have had their fly down. Most of time, it's by accident and they've thanked me for letting them know. Other times I'm 100% sure they did on purpose! I've even had the pleasure of zipping up their flys for them after letting them know it was down.

I was at the farmer's marked yesterday helping a friend unload his truck. There was a lady in the next booth and she had a tall rack she was hanging baskets of flowers on. She had a step stood and still had to reach high to hang them. I noticed when she reached her shirt went up and I was pretty sure her zipper was down. After we unloaded I walked over and pretended to look at the flowers. She was having someone hand her the baskets so her arm stayed up and I was right across from her. The zipper was not only down, but each time she reached down and up it opened up and I got a nice look at her dark bush. She didn't have on panties. I thought about telling her, but I was going to be there most of the day and I was enjoying the view.

I was babysitting some young kids for a friend. They were having rides and activities in the mall for kids their age so I said I would take them. The youngest kid was a little girl she was fascinated with zippers and buttons. She was too young for one of the rides so I held her while the other one rode it. While I was hold her she almost completely unbuttoned my blouse. I didn't notice until I sat her down and my blouse gaped open. I decided that holding her was not a good idea. She rode several rides and again we came to one that she was too young for. This time I took her over to a bench and we sat down. To pass the time she kept playing with the zipper on my shorts. No one was close and it kept her busy. Then when the boy got off the ride I didn't think about it. I walked over to get him. The ride operator looked at me and said your zipper is down. Funny thing was he reached out and zipped it up for me.

Going Out of My Way – Open Zipper Story Three
 

I was walking around the mall one-night last week and took the escalator to reach the second story next to the movie theater. Once I reached the top of the escalator, I spotted a 30 something year old Hispanic woman with medium length brown curly hair who was somewhat short and quite overweight (I’m guessing 350 pounds) and large chested (maybe an F-cup), She had squeezed herself into a leather chair (the kind you add money to for a massage) and was talking on her phone in Spanish.

Looking at her it was obvious that the zipper on her dark blue jeans was all the way down with the handle pointed up, though not as wide open as I would have expected. Only a thin line (about a ¼ of an inch wide) of light tan skin with a tiny area (about the size of a pencil eraser) of beige colored panties at the very bottom was showing thru the opening. Seeing the skin and tiny bit of low-rise panties was a definite turn on so I stopped what I was doing and pretended to get on my phone.

While enjoying the view I looked around determining if an opportunity would arise to let her know privately. At that moment the answer was clearly no given that a group of approximately 20 other Hispanic people were standing around her. I decided to stick around a bit longer pretending to be on a phone call while enjoying the view when, to my surprise, the group walked off and entered the movie theater while she stayed in her chair still on the phone speaking to someone in Spanish.

At this point, with no one left within earshot of her, I moved in close and told her about her open zipper. She response made clear that she didn’t understand English so I ended up pointing at her zipper so she could figure it out. She then smiled and said, “Thank you” (so she knew at least a little English) while pulling up her zipper. I enjoyed the entire experience.

clothes shopping with my wife
 

Sunday late afternoon my wife and I stopped at a store for her to look for some new clothes. Very occasionally she will try and flash me from the dressing room. But it was just busy enough that she wasn't comfortable doing that. She did manage to surprise me in another way though. After one round of trying on clothes we were moving to another section of clothes. As she was browsing a rack she got my attention and then pulled up her t shirt showing me she hadn't buttoned or zipped up her jeans at all. I was treated to a nice peak of her lacy light blue panties that she had worn that day. She then dropped her shirt obscuring my view. We spent probably another 45 minutes browsing and trying on clothes with her jeans undone the entire time. She gave me a few more on purpose peaks and one or two what looked like accidental.

Girls with open flys
 

When I read Eliza Simmons post I got turned on. I would love if more women would share stories about leaving their zipper down on purpose. As far as stories about me zipping up a women's fly for her, I've got many. One of my favorites was when I was at a party and I noticed a woman with her fly down. I think it was the alcohol that gave me courage combined with her being buzzed to make it possible for it to even happen. Anyways I walked over to her after I noticed her fly down. I asked her how she was enjoying the party, and made some more small talk. I said to her "I have something to tell you" The music was pretty loud so she said "What? I cant hear you" We walked outside of the party where it was much quieter and I said "Your fly is down" She was like "Oh no!" But she just stood there. Next thing I know I reached down and zipped it up for her! She said "Thanks!" then she hugged me. It was unreal that she let me do what I did.

The woman I work with
 

Guys, remember the woman I work with who's fly was down a few times? Today she did it again! It had been a few months and I almost forgot about it. So earlier today, I waa talking to my office manager and she walked up and joined the conversation. A few minutes into the conversation, she casually lifts up her shirt and her zipper is all the way down! She starts to zip it up and I laughed and said "No leave it down" She said she was wearing a body suit so I didnt get to see her panties. Then she mentioned that almost always wears a g string.

Interesting Reaction - Open Zipper Story Four
 

I was driving over to a friend’s house to visit for a few hours and decided to stop at a local Subway restaurant at 10:30AM on a Saturday morning to grab a sub to go for my lunch. I walked in the door and saw one female employee at the far end of the room and a young teen Hispanic couple by the front door at the opposite end of the room eating their lunch. I walked across the room and gave the employee my food order.

The female employee was an average looking white woman, between 18 and 20 years old, and was and somewhat chubby with a somewhat large chest (I’m guessing she wears a D-cup sized bra).

She was wearing a pair of well-fitting blue jeans, white long sleeve shirt (not at all see thru), and white hijab. She clearly was not dressing to turn on anyone but she immediately had me turned on thanks to her blue jeans zipper being open with a one-inch-wide by five-inch-long area of white panties showing thru her open zipper.

I guess that she must have used the restroom, gotten distracted, and forgotten to zip up. Any customer walking up to her to order a sub could not help but see her panties thru that open zipper and, speaking from experience, that Subway gets busy starting a few minutes later on Saturday mornings when the lunch crowd arrives.

I found myself both enjoying the view and deciding rather or not to warn her about her open zipper. I’ve told plenty of women over the years that their zippers were open and have over time grown far less nervous about letting them know. However, to my surprise, I was feeling quite nervous about the idea of warning her. It had my heart pounding in my chest. I think I was nervous because of her conservative outfit which left me wondering how she would react. Honestly, the fact that I felt nervous was turning me on more. While I was quite turned on, I also felt bad for her and thought that if someone didn’t let her know that she would likely not notice her open zipper until sometime well after the rush of lunch customers had passed. So, I went ahead and quietly told her, heart still pounding, (making sure that the couple across the room would not hear me) while wondering how she would react.

She didn’t say anything but immediately stopped making my sandwich and started taking off her work gloves. She then walked away from my food till she was out of sight. I had no idea what she was doing until she returned about fifteen seconds later. When she returned, she walked back to where my sandwich was, with her zipper pulled up, and put on her work gloves and finished making my sandwich while pretending that nothing had ever happened. Perhaps being religious and/or modest she couldn’t bring herself to say anything about it and maybe she was just really embarrassed.

Girls at work with their fly down
 

Great story man! I had a similar experience a while back at Del Taco. The cashier was a cute blonde in her 20s. When I walked up to place my order, I glanced down at her black uniform pants. Her silver zipper was pulled all the way down revealing white panties. I instantly got turned on. The line was pretty long behind me, and wanting to save her from being embrassed, I leaned in real close and said "Your flys down" She let out almost what sounded like a squeal and turned around and zipped up her pants. When she turned back around she was bright red, and she softly said "Thanks."