Accidental Exposure at Work
 

A few years ago I went to a meeting with four male and one female colleague. We didn't have a meeting room and so we decided to sit around a small coffee table in the open plan office designated for these types of informal ad-hoc meetings. We sat on armchairs around the table that were quite low but comfortably upholstered.

The lady, who I'd not met before, smiled, introduced herself and shook my hand. I'd guess she as late forties, early fifties and attractive. She was wearing a trouser suit, with a coloured shirt underneath the jacket which was fastened at the waist.

We got the formalities over and all sat down. I was sat facing her but slightly to once side, so not fully face to face across the small table.

After she'd sat down I noticed that the zipper on her trousers had burst open. She was completely unaware it had happened. I looked at each one of the men and they were all aware and uncomfortably kept switching their gaze from each other, to her and to her exposed nickers and tummy.

The parted material had fully exposed the top of her knickers and her belly, it was clear she wasn't a regular gym member, but not overweight and the slight fleshy roll of her bare belly above her nickers made this even more stimulating. Her kickers were mainly red with details embroidered on them in white. She shifted around in her chair fro time to time, and I got various glimpses of what they looked like.

We all talked for about 10 minutes, I imagine all the men enjoyed the show. She must have realised and covered herself with a A4 writing pad. I noticed her flush red with embarrassment, and I bet she was hoping we hadn't noticed.

Thanks for that. It gives me ideas for using the same technique!

Your welcome
 

Your welcome.

Correction
 

Rather... "You're welcome".. that should have read.

I used to work in a highly secure area, and had to check in people for clearance. Most of the people checking in were females, since it was mostly a female-dominant field.

Anyway, they would always put down their bags so they could check in, thus bending over, every one of them.

On any given day, I would see down 20-30 women's shirts, and most of the time they were wearing padded bras that would give away when bending over. So, I would see about 15-20 nipples every single day. You could always seem to tell which ones knew and didn't care, knew and didn't know what else to do, and who were completely clueless.

I only worked there for a few months, though.

I worked in another place once with a female coworker who wore shirts that were a tad too small, and her middle buttons on the front of her shirt would pop undone every day. I knew what bras she wore every single day. She knew I could see and she simply didn't care. She just said to help her make sure her buttons were together if she was stepping out for a meeting.

Well, that was dead easy!
 

I practised a bit on Sunday, called into a firm on Monday (yesterday) to see two male customers. I had seen them once before.

Before I got out of my car I undid the zip on my trousers. I had put on plain lacy but very small knickers. The tope of them at the front were below my upper line of pubic hair.

Used the same meeting area as before with low settees and a low coffee table. Positioned my self so the two males were on my left. Sat down and hoped that the zip area gaped open. I soon saw that the two guys were looking more at my crutch area than my eyes or my laptop screen, so I knew it was working.

I was in there, seated, perhaps for 30 minutes. I got up and they both were looking firly obviously at my crutch area. I pointedly looked down at myself, saw that all appeared fine, packed my laptop up, shook their hands and left.

Giggled all the way out the building. Did they see anything? Well, my knickers, sure. Maybe a hint of pubic hair above them. Anything else? Nope. What did they imagine - a whole lot more I guess.

I am going to use this - a lot! Thank yuo so much for the idea.

Kisses

Suki

Thank you for that! My favourite open zipper moments have been those I have rated as a mark 2 or 3 (see under Zipper Down) where you can see some underwear through the open zipper. I still get nostalgic for the golden era for this sort of thing in the seventies and eighties, when trousers for women were still quite new, and they designed them rather like men's trousers, and put lovely long zippers in them. This increased the chances of seeing some underwear, and my favourite moments were when I could see some nice knickers, maybe with a bit of lace and, with luck, some lovely skin over the top edge.

So you got that just right in my opinion! Let us know if you try that again! And, if you want something with a nice long zipper, why not try an unzipped skirt? Not only do they have longer zippers than trousers nowadays, a skirt quite often has a zipper without any protective flap of material behind. That way of course the gap is exposed across its full width, leaving enough room to show off both knickers and suspenders!

I once worked in a small office (there were 7 of us) in which the receptionist was by far the youngest person there. She had a habit of not wearing a bra, and standing over her desk I could often confirm that. I was talking to her one day -about what, I don't recall- when the boss, a woman my age -about 30 at the time- walked into the lobby. As she walked past she stopped and said, "You: stop staring at her tits and get back to work." And turning to her, "And you start buttoning that top button if you're going to dress that way."

O no, Cock blocked!!!!!

That's funny.

I was the IT guy for a company and trained all of the clerical staff on how to use the proprietary software package I had written. Of the 8 or so people in that department, 6 were young women, mostly single. If they had a problem I would go to their workstation and stand behind them to show them what to do, if they had a low cut blouse on I would sometimes get a pretty nice view of cleavage or nipples. My boss was watching one day and caught on to the undocumented fringe benefit I was receiving and warned me to knock it off, I played innocent but I had been 'busted'.

On another occasion the server for a small mall was in this closet that was below floor level, hard to describe but I had an easy view up the skirt of any woman that walked by. By the second day of the week long job, my neck was too sore to look up.