Sweet old Mr. Peters from down the street

Mackenzie held her hands over the holes where her pockets had been, a red tinge on her cheeks, walking towards the front counter. Peering around the corner of the small office and bathroom, she recognized her neighbor from down the street, Arthur Peters. He was always tight-lipped about his actual age, but he had to be somewhere in his 80s, retired and unfortunately a widower for the last decade. To stay active, he volunteered doing odd jobs at the local school, and had seen Mackenzie and most of the rest of the town grow up. She really didn't want to expose herself to him...

"Hi! What can I do for you Mr. Peters?"

"Hot one out there, isn't it? Make sure you're drinking enough, you look a little... flushed..."

Arthur's eyes traced down Mackenzie's chest as he trailed off. Mackenzie watched his eyes and blushed a little harder, purposely avoiding looking down as she could already feel what he was now staring at... Her zipper had opened up again, almost to point of passing her breasts, and almost an inch of her pink bra was exposed on either side, the opaque bottom half and sheer top half of the cups now distinguishable, as well as the tiny ribbon between the cups on the gore, tied up into a cute little bow. Mackenzie avoided looking down, although Arthur probably wouldn't have seen her face if it had suddenly been replaced with a werewolf mask.

Mackenzie weighed her options desperately, mortified at the thought of trying to zip up in front of him and drawing attention to her exposure, instead stepping forward out the door quickly, turning her back to him as she faced his vintage Cadillac, looking for a problem. He had already popped the trunk outside, and she huddled forward over the hood, happy for any means of obscuring her chest. However, as she did, the gaps at her hips yawned open without her noticing, exposing a large amount of her hips, barely covered by the very sheer pink full-cut panties that matched her bra.

"Oh... I tried to use the windshield wipers and they didn't work... I'm sorry, I couldn't reach the little box there..."

Mackenzie nodded in affirmation and quickly spotted the issue. A small box had slipped open, and just needed to be reattached. It was, however, located deep near the driver's seat of the car, and she had to lean and stretch forward as far as she could. Sucking in what little bit of stomach she had, she had to lift her butt as high as she could, obliviously shifting the windows on her hips forward, exposing more of the curve of her hip and a hint of the V that ran to her pelvis. Arthur could only watch her with wide-open eyes, a red tinge coming to his own face to match the beads of sweat on his forehead. He idly reached into his pocket to grab the nitroglycerin tabs on his keychain without ever looking away, keenly aware of his elevated heart rate, but if he was being honest, there were much worse ways to go...

Mackenzie reached forward with both hands, careful to avoid touching any of the heated car parts, and subconsciously wiggled her butt slightly back and forth as she clicked the connector back into place. However, as she tried to stand up, she found she couldn't. She had snapped a thread dangling from her left cuff into the latch, and it was stuck tight. She tried to loosen the connector again, but couldn't reach the latch in the right away, and she glanced towards Mr. Peters, seeing him looking intensely at her hip, which she realized must be exposed. He looked almost as embarrassed as her, at least until her breath caught and her blush deepened in shock as she saw his hand hidden in his pocket...

**** to be done, she pulled her hand back, hard, expecting to snap the thread. Instead, she felt a strange pull at her armpit and sleeve as the thread, seemingly made of high-quality material, instead pulled loose of her jumpsuit entirely. The bottom of her sleeve opened all the way from cuff to just past her armpit, almost exposing the band of her bra and leaving the sleeve floating awkwardly over her arm. She reached up with her other hand, closing the hood, and tried to casually turn her head towards Arthur without turning her chest towards him.

"That should do it! You're all set..."

"Oh... Thank you, Mackenzie! What do I owe you? I'll grab my checkbook..."

Arthur wasn't exactly eager to leave, but Mackenzie was very invested in him leaving. She carefully tried to maneuver herself back to the door while appearing as oblivious as possible, her bright red face hopefully attributed to the sun and heat.

"Oh... No charge... Not for something so simple. Just stay cold, and let me know immediately if you have any problems with your air conditioning!"

Arthur nodded, mumbling a thank you and a farewell, and reluctantly headed to his car, not wanting to miss any of his new favorite show, but probably just as embarrassed as Mackenzie. Mackenzie watched him leave with relief before turning her attention to her clothing. He looked embarrassed enough that she didn't think he would tell anyone, and well... At least he probably enjoyed the thrills? She didn't have anything to fix the sleeve, but she immediately put her hand to her zipper with trembling hands, pulling up... And with an audible snap, pulling the zipper tag right off. With the tab now uselessly in her hands, her zipper was stuck at barely over her breasts... At least, as long as it didn't sink any lower...