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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.