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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.