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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.