Zipper Down

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Originally Posted by swagaholic1

First let me say how grateful I am for all of you contributing so faithfully to a thread like this. I found this after a long history of searching precisely for the pictures like the ones posted here.

I’m glad interest in this thread never waned (at least from the few people who still post). I’m back— the guy who promised his stories so long ago— and I’m here to tell them.

Yes, I leave my zipper down and wide open in public for women to ogle. To give you an idea of what these spectacles are like, I’ve included pictures. As you can see, I managed to fold the interior flap of the fly backwards, out of view, making for a very large exposure on my crotch. This can be easily accomplished on any pair of pants (as far as I can tell) by cutting that short strip of stitching below of the zipper that secures it there. Once that’s gone, you can fold your fly flap freely all the way up to the waistband, where a fastened button can hold it in position (or out of position, so to speak) indefinitely. As you can see, a long and sizable sliver of my boxers is clearly visible while standing. Colorful red underwear make this even more noticeable. When I’m sitting, it gapes extraordinarily wide. I sometimes wonder if it looks blatantly intentional, but then again few would ever think that a man would do this on purpose. Despite its flagrant inappropriateness it probably appears innocent enough-- at least to unsuspecting onlookers. Let me know your impression because I’ve always wondered. That said, most women never tell me. I've collected data a while now: less than 5% of women I interact with bother, less the 1% of women in passing. Whether it’s because they fail to muster the courage, overcome their schadenfreude, or simply summon the decency, I can’t say. But the fact remains that it’s a rare occurrence, though they can’t help but notice. This is fine by me of course. I prefer for them to stare and wince and cruelly smirk at my ‘fashion faux pas’. To take pictures and to whisper about it out to their friends. To stare unashamedly in licentious fascination and leave me in ‘ignorance’. I’ve been at this for over 8 years now and I’ve seen it all. Without further ado, here’s one of my stories:

A while back I used to work at a large retail book store. Hell, I’ll say it— it was a Barnes and Noble (the only large retail bookstore left). At the time I found myself working with exclusively women coworkers and supervisors, and once on a blue moon I’d pull one of my signature stunts for them. One in particular stands out to me as the most arousing.

On a Wednesday night I was cashiering alone. A couple of hours before my shift ended I radioed my supervisor to let her know that I was going on a bathroom break. While in the bathroom, I unzipped my fly to drain the snake, tucked my penis back into my boxers, and then washed my hands and left the restroom, ‘carelessly’ omitting one crucial step. (See my picture with the blue sweater for reference). It takes some nerve to walk out in a public place like that, but having had plenty of experience previously I was able to play a cool hand and act as if nothing was amiss. Then I proceeded to cashier with my fly wide open and the crotch of my bright red boxers in clear view for all to see. If you’re wondering how visible I was behind the cashiers counter, the answer is: very. Our counters were low, coming up to about an inch below my crotch. Anybody that got checked out by me had a clear view of the goods— ample opportunity to check me out. There were only a handful of people during that interval who came through my line, most of them older women (the primary demographic of that store) and a few men who didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of telling me. Watching women's darting eyes, double takes, and lingering stares is always a turn on, and I received plenty of gratification that first half hour. That isn’t the crux of my story however. Believe it or not, that was more or less a common occurrence for me, and nothing to write home about. It’s what happened next that really shot me to the moon.

My manager radioed to let me know that she would be coming to count the registers, as was custom at that hour. She was a short red-head in her mid 40’s who wore feminist glasses, and was stout like a New England bar maid. For confidentiality's sake, I’ll call her Suzy. Suzy was never married, probably because she was ingratiating and controlling, and still lived with her mother. You know the type. From the few personal conversations we shared it was evident that our world views were opposed, and, though she had to tolerate me as a manager because of my dependability, it was very apparent that she disliked me. I mention this because it provides some explanation for the events that follow. Anyways, when she reached the registers she noticed immediately that my fly was wide open. Suzy was visibly taken aback by the severity of it, though clearly intrigued. I played it cool, bracing myself for the obligatory ‘hey, you’re fly's down’. But it never came. She drank in the gaping spectacle for a few moments, failed to prevent herself from doing several double-takes, and then went on to count the registers as if all was well. I was a bit dumbstruck that my own manager didn’t think it prudent to say something (especially when she had me in a secluded spot)— surely someone like her would have reveled in the chance to point out such an embarrassing oversight to an underling. Nevertheless I was also grateful that she chose not to spoil the show. I leaned at flattering angles, looking off at browsing customers, and watched in my peripheral vision as she surrendered to her baser instincts and stared opportunistically.

A women suddenly arrived to buy some books, then two others cued behind her in rapid succession. Suzy immediately tensed-up, probably fearful that one of these ladies would muster the decency to tell me. With nothing left to do but truck on, I waved the first one over. She had a coy smirk during the whole transaction, and whenever we established eye-contact her eyes darted up to my face (implying that they were downcast beforehand). Suzy continued working diligently as I rambled through our sales spiel. It was the holidays, and at that time we had to ask every customer if they wanted to buy a kids book to donate to our county’s ‘library on wheels’. Popular children’s fiction was displayed against the wall behind me, and I would step back and gesture at them during my pitch to try and entice a sale. This night, it had the added effect of highlighting my gaping fly to those still waiting in line. The next women in the cue became particularly interested, and started to lean against the counter strategically to get a better look. This was right in front of Suzy, who was now noticeably anxious about all the attention her cruel silence had garnered me.

Just then, while I was still checking out my first customer, I noticed our custodian lady standing off to the side with trash bags in her hand. She had been making her rounds behind the counter and was waiting to change the bin just in front of me. She was also staring wide-eyed down at the obvious. Miss custodian was a petit hispanic woman, very attractive in my opinion, but always haggard looking and overly quiet. I stepped back to give her access to the trash as my customer was paying, and she promptly dropped to her knees to perform the task. This put her at eye-level mere inches from my crotch. My customer sported and amused grin at this odd scene while I bagged her books ‘obliviously’ and handed them over. Miss Custodian, meanwhile, took an abnormally long time changing out my trash bag, and I bid my first customer goodnight and beckoned the other over before she finally moved on.

Customer number 2 was the one who had noticed before while in line. She was a stocky middle-aged lady with straight blond hair, expertly applied makeup, and was wearing a professional blouse tucked into dark skinny jeans that complimented her pear-shaped figure nicely. I later learned that she was a house realtor looking to decorate her homes with some soulless, overpriced coffee-table books full of doctored photos and empty platitudes (something women of her demographic typically buy). This lady was far less discreet during our interaction than my last one had been, and she stared enthusiastically whenever my attention was taken by something else.

I stretched out the transaction as best I could, giving my eager audience ample opportunity to absorb it all. Suzy, still counting money off to the side, had evidently gotten over her initial apprehension and was back to ogling me too. At one point the two even exchanged a knowing glance to one another. After I went through my spiel and scanned all of her books, I announced the total price and waited for her to dig a card out of her purse. Instead she pulled her phone out and said ‘You know, I’m so sure I’m ready to buy these after all’. She asked if she could take pictures of her books on the counter in case she decided to come back and purchase them later. This was a highly unusual request (and a very obvious ploy to snap a candid picture of my spectacularly unzipped fly), but it wasn’t technically unreasonable, so I said ‘sure, no problem’ and stepped back slightly to let her frame her shot.

Suzy stood by, mouth agape (yet with the corners still curled in unmistakable glee), and stared in shock at this flagrant breach of civility. She couldn’t intervene without (in her mind) embarrassing/offending me— her hands were tied. She probably didn’t even want to. Hell, her shared fascination with the lady had probably encouraged it in the first place! The next woman in line was also party this shameless exploitation, as she definitely had a clear view of my photographers screen and the subject that warranted such treatment. With flash on and her phone at full volume, angled at the books on the counter (but really focused on my crotch further back) my customer proceeded to snap several photos of my yawning fly, her devilish smirk positively beaming. My heart was pounding at this, but I maintained my composure and acted as if she was actually taking pictures of her useless books. When she was satisfied, we exchanged parting pleasantries. Then I placed her items aside to make room for customer number three.

This last transaction was short, and my customer was not nearly as animated as her former cohorts. Her smile was a nervous one, and her replies to my spiel were curt and had undertones of pity. Her eyes still darted from my crotch to my face as we spoke, though not with the same excitement I had grown accustomed to. Suzy, however, was emanating an aura of pure and unbridled schadenfreude. The money from her register had scarcely been counted, because she was now obsessively watching my bulge through my wide open zipper. Before I finished my customer out, another lined up, then another. I went on to check out a few more women of various ages (luckily no men came through then), with my eager manager in attendance. Believe it or not, she clearly delighted in the public humiliation which she no doubt believed she had ‘orchestrated’ for me. I suppose, in a way, it was true. I’ve never seen her take so long to count the registers.

When there was finally a reprieve from my line, Suzy and I began to engage in idle chit chat, as coworkers tend to do. The subject of my open fly never came up. After a little while, I noticed her fingers start to thoughtfully stroke the phone in her hand— that shameless woman’s dastardly deed had clearly given her ideas, and she proceeded to lift her phone as if to check email or something. I carried on as if this was normal (under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t realize it anyway), and slowly but surely she worked up the courage to slyly lift the camera lens to an more direct angle— obviously framing a photo. I casually put my hands in my pockets, causing my fly to game spectacularly, no doubt. Suzy couldn’t help but smile. She thankfully had the presence of mind to ensure that her flash was off and her phone was muted. I imagine she got several good shots of me in the end.

It was difficult to stifle an erection at this point, though I managed to keep it from reaching full-sail. Not being able to inspect myself without giving the whole thing away, its hard to say how lewd this scene appeared. From mirror-research I can say that the outward pressure of my semi-inflated cock probably made my fly gape more ‘firmly’, and my boxer-clad genital bulge was most definitely apparent through the splayed zipper gap. These developments have transpired more than a few times, but never incited any public scorn or even judgmental glares, so evidently it still appears to be an innocent (though catastrophically revealing) oversight. It’s still a dangerous game to play, because a full blown erection could easily slip out of my buttonless boxer fly under the right circumstances. I’ve never flashed anybody (to my knowledge) but I have a couple of stories where it may have gotten close.

Anyways, Suzy and I continued talking for a while longer while she finished counting the registers, and I managed to get my cock under control again before more customers started lining up. Without any more excuse to linger, my manager went on to attend to other things, abandoning me to my very public post. The last hour was slow, and the people who came through were all witness to my revealing spectacle. Suzy walked past a couple of times to straighten things near the check-out counters. Of course, she was really checking to see if I had ever discovered my embarrassing fashion faux pas-- her eyes were suspiciously downcast whenever she looked my way. Funnily enough, one good Samaritan actually did tell me during that hour, catching me when no one else was around. I just feigned embarrassment, hid behind the register and pretended to zip up, then resumed my act after they left the store. The show must go on, as they say.

After subjecting a few more customers to my cheeky show, it was finally quittin’ time, and one of my coworkers came to replace me at the register (under the direction of my conniving manager no doubt.) She was a tall girl, but very shy, about 19 or 20, and at a loss for words at the sight of my wide open zipper. With nothing much to say to each other except ‘see ya’, we exchanged curt nods and I went to clock out and collect my things from the break room. Before leaving through the back door, Suzy came up behind me and chided ‘heading out?’. I confirmed that I was and she beckoned me over to say something important. Of course she would want to witness my humiliating discovery— instigate it even. I braced myself for the inevitable.

“Your zipper’s down,” she whispered loudly.

Suzy had bided her time till the very end to tell me, waiting until there was no more opportunity to prolong my exhibition. It would have been easier not to say anything, but this dastardly lady disliked me so much that she even wanted to see my embarrassing realization. In actuality it turned me on like crazy, so I endeavored to put on a good show for her yet again. I spent a second looking down to take in what everyone else had seen for the past two hours, and uttered something along the lines of ‘Jesus! It’s wide open’. Then I hurriedly zipped up (not bothering to turn away) and acted very concerned, looking off into this distance as if in recollection. “Damn...” I muttered half to myself (but really for Suzy’s benefit), “Must’ve been down for a while. I wonder if anybody else noticed” She gave a grimacing smile at that, the one where you suck in through your teeth, and replied, “I actually noticed it about 10 or 15 minutes ago from across the floor, but I never got the chance to tell you until now.” It was a calculated line, enough to imply how bad it had really been for me, but not enough to reveal her part in it all. Three or four more agonizing seconds passed in silence between us as I looked off contemplatively into the distance again. Suzy had to purse her lips to stop from smiling— the masochistic b*tch was genuinely enjoying this. “Well thanks for telling me…” I said in defeat. “See you tomorrow.” At that we parted.

I consider this one of my best shows and I hope the reasons for it came across in the retelling. Suzy was a heck of a sport, and ironically we’re kindred spirits in a lot of ways. Had the roles been switched, I probably would have acted much the same way (though the dynamic between a male manager and female subordinate would make it slightly more prickly). It’s hard to say what the appeal of leaving my zipper wide open in public is, precisely. I love the exhibitionist side of things, obviously, but, as this story clearly indicated, I love the humiliation aspect of it too. Either way, I’ve written about this at great length to hear your feedback, so let me know what you think! I have many more experiences to share, and with the proper encouragement they’ll be as thoroughly retold as the one you just read. Thanks for reading and thanks for posting all those pictures on the main thread— I’m a regular lurker.

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Thanks for your workplace story. I’m going to post another story from my favorite past experiences of dealing with other women with their zipper open. This one happened at my job so perhaps my thoughts might give you an idea or two of what your coworkers might be thinking (except for Suzy) when they see your open zipper.

Before my new post mentioned above, I will reply to your last entry concerning the following quotes from your story:

Quote #1
“I sometimes wonder if it looks blatantly open…….Let me know your impression because I’ve always wondered.”

For strangers I see in public for one time (such as a mall) I usually assume that an open zipper is an accident regardless of how wide open or embarrassing it looks. The only things that would make me suspicious or even assume that it was deliberate would be if the person was not wearing underwear (for a woman), showing private parts (for a man), or repeatedly reaching their hands in both pockets unless it was pretty cold (which would serve to keep the zipper as open as possible).

As for family, friends, coworkers, or strangers I would see many times (such as workers at a grocery store that I normally shop at) this changes things a bit. The above rules still apply. In addition, if I see their zipper open on the same pair of jeans, etc. more than twice, I do wonder if it is deliberate or not. In my experience most people are not that careless or get embarrassed enough to make sure it is up. Given that, when I see someone with their zipper open for the third, fourth, or beyond time on the same pair of short, etc. I conclude that it is almost certain that they either are leaving it open on purpose or more likely that the zipper on that piece of clothing is defective and will unzip itself. Hence, when this occurs, I look to see if I can notice the zipper unzipping by itself or not.

There was once a female janitor at my job who wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans (standard attire for her job) and I noticed more than once that the zipper on one of the blue jeans she wore was open about half the time (I never did see her underwear). I saw her in those jeans for a good two months (afterwards she stopped wearing them). One day during those two month I walked into the hallway she was on, saw her talking to two other janitors, and noticed that her zipper was about half-way down. I decided to hang out there for a moment or two and pretended to check my work phone for emails. While doing this I saw that her zipper was slowly going down in reaction to her stomach pushing against it while she was breathing and talking. Hence, I knew that she simply was wearing jeans with a faulty zipper.

If you have a pair of slacks, etc. that you can wear to work that has a faulty zipper that slowly unzips itself I would say to wear that and you should have no issue going around unzipped as much as you want without raising any suspicion. Try and sag the shorts, etc. so that the zipper will spread as wide as it can when it opens. And if a coworker does get on to you about it you can just blame the zipper for being faulty.

Quote #2
“……one good Samaritan actually did tell me during that hour, catching me when no one else was around. I just feigned embarrassment, hid behind the register and pretended to zip up……”

I would have loved to have heard if this good Samaritan, was a man or woman, had sounded nervous while telling you, and if you noticed the person waiting to catch you in private (I believe that your Samaritan did this to try and not embarrass you), or the person’s initial reaction to seeing your open zipper if you noticed.

I do understand that it was the manager’s reaction that got you excited and hence that is what you remembered best. If you have stories involving good Samaritans, specifically women, and their reactions I would love to read them.

Quote #3
“It’s hard to say what the appeal of leaving my zipper wide open in public is,……”

I think you covered the appeal for yourself well enough; humiliation, embarrassment, along with the fact that it turns you on sexually. As long as it works for you, who cares what anyone else thinks.

I will say that the show you put on sounds quite embarrassing and hence works well for you. Reading your story I only once ever found myself feeling more embarrassed for a guy that I saw with an open zipper than I would have felt if I had seen you there (and no, his private parts were not showing which is good since that could have gotten him arrested). In his case he was at Walmart walking from the electronics section towards the front of the store down the main aisle. It seemed to me that he must have just used the restroom and I do believe that he was genuinely unaware of his zipper being as wide open as possible. His zipper was open like yours except that the opening was more circular (about four or five inches across). He was wearing light blue jeans and bright red underwear. Unlike your underwear, he was wearing briefs which wrapped around his large flaccid penis and balls making the size and shape clear to anyone looking at him. For the first time in many years I actually gawked at seeing him while thinking to myself, “Oh my God! That poor guy.” And feeling extreme embarrassment for him.

Normally I would let someone know if they had left their zipper open but in that moment I was just too embarrassed to say anything to him (even though he and I were well out of earshot of anyone else). It is one of those rare moments that I wish I had told someone about their open zipper when I didn’t.

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One day at work I was walking around (taking my fifteen-minute morning break) saying hello to some of my coworkers. While doing this I walked up to the desk of my coworker Sylvia (not her real name). Sylvia Is a pretty 30 something tall Hispanic woman with dark wavy hair and a petite small-chested (she had to be an A-cup) body. Sylvia is a very nice and friendly person, and I am always happy to visit with her.

On this occasion, I said hello to Sylvia as I walked past her cubical figuring that we would talk briefly if she was not busy. She swiveled around in her office chair to face me and gave a cheerful hello. At this moment I clearly saw that the zipper on her white jeans was wide open revealing a three-inch circular area of red panties. It was a mesmerizing view and a great turn on, but it was also a dilemma. I could say nothing, but she would figure out that her zipper had been open later and might be upset if she realized that I saw this and didn’t tell her. On the other hand, I could tell her, but she might take it badly and react loudly enough for other nearby coworkers to overhear which would have been real embarrassing for us both. I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself in front of any other coworkers (at least they could not see her due to the cubicles having six feet tall walls around each of them). Plus, while a stranger might not react well when told about a wardrobe malfunction at lease you will never see them again (a person I work with daily is quite different).

Since I know Sylvia, get along well with her, and given what I knew her personality, I decided that the best way to handle this was to go ahead and let her know. While I would have enjoyed a long view, I already had a great memory for the future and staring too long would have made my look like a perv (definitely not a good thing at work). I took a moment and checked to verify that no one else was to close by with my peripheral vision and I then went ahead and let her know. Her response, which surprised me a bit, was to cheerfully say thanks and then tell me that the zipper on those jeans opened all of the time as she pulled up her zipper in front of me.

Given that she knew that the zipper was prone to opening by itself, I was surprised that she would wear these jeans to work. In the future I made sure to say hello there after every time she wore those jeans and felt comfortable to let her know about any future wardrobe malfunctions. For example, the following month she visited my office for a closed-door meeting about a project we were working together on. While she was there, I noticed and let her know that the button between her breasts had come undone and gapped open revealing a nice lacy black bra. The buttons above and below were buttoned so I was sure it was not a fashion choice. It is nice to be able to let her know about such things without having to worry how she will react.

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Nice stories. Hopefully some of our female members will post stories about when they got caught with their fly down.

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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.

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While most of us wait for warmer weather when open zippers are more likely to be seen I decided to share this story from a few years ago.

I went out for lunch on a Saturday and arrived at a Mediterranean restaurant a few minutes after it opened to beat the crowd that would fill it within the next hour. At this place customers had to walk in the door, walking down a line selecting the items they wanted to eat, pay for them, and then get a table. I was done selecting items, sliding my trey near the desserts area moving towards where the cashier was to pay for my food. I decided to look back and saw an average looking 30 something guy with a pretty 30 something woman enter with the guy right behind the woman. There were no other customers in line and only a hand full of tables had people dining at them. Instantly the woman got my full attention. She was about 6 feet tall with pale white skin, short blonde hair, with a pair shaped body. The upper half of her body was fairly average with a C-cup size chest and chubby stomach. The lower half of her body was much chubbier with very wide hips, thick fat legs (especially the upper half), and a very large rear end. She was wearing a black t-shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans.

What had caught my full attention was that her zipper was being pushed wide open due to her abdomen pressing against it causing a large four-inch opening of white panties that showed through the open zipper. It is funny that a person can be wearing such tight jeans and not notice the loosening caused by an open zipper, but I know from life experiences with different people that people rarely notice.

I was instantly highly turned on an also felt bad for her since she was walking around in public like that. I figure that the guy had almost certainly already been enjoying the view and either decided not to tell her about her open zipper due to that enjoyment or possibly he felt too embarrassed by the situation to warn her about her zipper being wide open.

I instantly decided to stop and pretended to examine the dessert to see if she would stay by him or come up alone to where I was. I wanted to enjoy the view up close, but I also decided that if I could catch her alone in line or at the tea section after paying for my lunch that I would warn her about her open zipper. While I waited, I kept an eye on her watching as she ordered food from the different employees serving it (first one guy at the bread station, then one guy at vegetables, and then a woman at the meat station. None of them said a word to her about her open zipper even though the boyfriend had ended up a bit behind her slowly picking out his food items. I imagine that the two guys probably enjoyed the view as much as I did, but I was a bit surprised that the woman didn’t let her know (too shy perhaps).

Then the woman walked up towards me while her boyfriend was still picking his vegetables. As she approached, I turned towards her, as if noticing only then that she was approaching. Since I could let her know out of earshot of others about her open zipper and then let her know about it quietly. She surprised me by taking the news very well and was in fact quite cheerful about it letting me know that her zipper opened up all of the time while pulling it up and saying thanks.

I enjoyed letting her know and definitely enjoyed the view, but I was surprised that she was actually cheerful about it. I did keep an eye out for her zipper for the rest of the time I was dining there but it stayed closed.

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Hey guys, if you go on Google and type in Tumblr Unbuttoned and Unzipped and hit videos, there are a ton of videos of girls unzipping their fly. Its such a turn on hearing the sound of their flys being unzipped. Enjoy!!!!

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Type Tumblr Jeans Unbuttoned and Unzipped. I forgot to mention "jeans" Enjoy!

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On Tik Tok there's a ton of females with their fly down. Just type in "Her fly's down" Enjoy!

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Something amazing happened to me at work today. A woman I work was talking to me, and while she was talking she lifted up her shirt a bit. As she lifted up her shirt, I saw her zipper on her jeans was completely open! I instantly got hard. She finished up she was telling me, and turned to walk back to her office. I thought I should go to her office and tell her that her fly was down. I walked in and said "Your fly is down" She lifted up her shirt and said "Oops!" And zipped it back up. I have had similar experiences with her zipper being down. I'm almost positive she does it on purpose knowing it turns me on.