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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).