The Zip on the tight white jeans.

Zip

The Daily Prompt today made me laugh inside;  ‘Zip’- it immediately bought back a lovely memory from growing up and made me happy to be able to relate, for a change, one of the many good and funny memories that has bound me together with my adopted sisters. It is something we still laugh about to this day.

Now in her early twenties and still at home grooming the dogs, Lily was very attractive, very slim with long brown hair. She had started working a few nights a week in nightclubs in town, working as a barmaid. It gave her some independence, her own money, some freedom and a social life.

From this time, Lily was to date a string of men of various ages and statuses and so started to live something of her own life. Some of the men were single, some were married, many were ordinary and working class, others were very well off, driving a flashy car, a Lotus or a Rolls Royce. Regardless, Lily always dressed up to meet them and I would sit and watch her preparing for her evenings out and be spellbound by the glamour of it all.

She would curl her long hair into the heated rollers everyone used at that time and whilst these were setting her hair into soft curls she would apply her make-up and put on her chosen outfit for the evening. She dressed tastefully in the latest fashions of the time and being so slim, she could carry off anything beautifully. Once dressed, she would unpin the now cold heated rollers and her long brown hair would tumble down in large soft curls past her shoulders. After a quick spray or dab with one of her heavenly perfumes, she would be off and out the door until the early hours of the morning.

White, skin tight trousers was one of the fashions of the time and Lily was no exception in needing to have a pair. The tighter the better was obviously a requirement and despite being extremely slender, Lily had bought a pair that took extreme effort to get into. Having peeled them up her legs and by jumping, wriggling and pulling, she had managed to get them up and over her slender hips and bottom. At this point she was unable to pull the fronts together enough to zip up the fly. Try as she might she just could not do it and eventually Bridget and I were called upon to help.

She was due to be picked up by her latest chap in about five minutes and so quick thinking was called for. She was already laid on the bed trying and trying to pull up the zip whilst we pulled each side into the middle of her non-existent belly. She just couldn’t get a grip on the zip and it kept slipping out of her fingers.

Realizing that we needed something to pull it up; – with me pulling one side inwards and Bridget the other, Lily was finally able get  the zip to fasten by pulling up on an old metal coat hanger threaded through the hole in the pull tab. By now we were almost hysterical with laughter and had to hold Lily by the hands and haul her off the bed as it was almost impossible for her to bend in the middle.

Her latest conquest, picking her up that night, was obviously one of the better off blokes she dated and he arrived in a gleaming low bodied Lotus car. A look of horror spread across Lily’s face as she tottered along stiffly out of the house in her skin tight trousers and high heels. She looked at the car and realized that it wasn’t going to be easy to get into it.

We watched from the windows, desperately trying to stifle our laughs as Lily tried desperately to lower herself into the vehicle, having to limbo down, hanging on with one arm desperately to car roof with one hand and trying to pull herself across into the low seat with the other. She eventually made it and they drove off, leaving us splitting our sides with laughter and mimicking the scene over and over.

Lily was to also cry with laughter the next day when telling us that she had struggled just as much getting out of the car and even more so when she attempted to climb up onto a high bar stool and had nearly gone flying off in her attempt.

None this deterred her from wearing the skin tight white jeans and they were to have many more outings, unlike the fella with the Lotus.

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2 thoughts on “The Zip on the tight white jeans.

  1. Great story! I have memories of lying on beds with metal coat hangers pulling up my jeans too! Ahhh vanity – these days it’s all about comfort! 😝😃🐻

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