Public Sex at the Zoo

I crave public sex. There's an element of vulnerability in it that's such a turn-on. If it goes right, I get the best orgasms of my life. If it goes wrong, I could get in trouble -- big trouble. There's the turn-on: risk vs reward, the greater the risk, the greater the reward and the reward for me is mega orgasms.

Oh, I'm Sianna: auburn hair, size 34 tits, about 5' 7", I work out but I still look a little delicate, and I have one of those slightly pear-shaped figures with a bottom that few can resist. I mean, I catch myself checking me out. I don't have a big ego, I'm just well-aware that no man has ever turned me down and they never want me to leave. I always do leave though because I crave variety. That's me. I'm not a total slut, because I'm choosy, but I'm certainly no prude and I fuck like the wettest dream you ever had.

Maybe one day I'll meet a guy that won't bore me after a few months but that hasn't happened yet and I'm only 24 years old, so I'm in no hurry to settle down just yet.

Over the past few years, I have become a planner. I used to take my chances on spur of the moment whims and opportunities for fucking in public and although I still do that, I like the slow burn of anticipation more. A couple of times I have almost been caught because I didn't plan well so now I am more cautious, relatively speaking; I mean I AM fucking in public.

A few months ago, I hooked up with a guy at a bar - of all places. That doesn't happen often but this guy was different.

I was sitting at the end of the bar, the lights were flashing, the people were dancing, and the beats were thumping. Charlie approached me and I got lost in his dark eyes. He was exactly my type: kind, smart, he wasn't ogling me, he wasn't trying too hard, and he was great conversation. I truly believe he could have talked to me all night and then kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight Sianna. It was really nice to meet you and I hope we meet again someday."

But that's not what happened.

At one point, I steered the conversation toward sex just to gauge the kind of lover he might be and maybe how adventurous. I manoeuvred him into talking about situations that had really turned him on in the past and he told me, "I once had sex on a moving train with her pinned against the window as we were slowing down at a station that the train didn't stop at. People watched us fuck through the window as we slowly passed in front of their shocked faces."

I started getting wet.

"This is just my kind of situation," I admitted, "I like the idea of fucking in public when nobody else knows what's going on, just like here in this dimly lit, busy bar while we're tucked away in an even darker corner."

I used the word "we" very strategically because he was a smart guy -- hoping he'd notice the invitation in my tone and word choice.

"Uh-huh," he replied, "is that the kind of night you are hoping for tonight?"

"That depends on me meeting the right man," I grinned. "Like maybe somebody who'd fuck someone against a window in a train slowly moving through a station."

Not too long after that, I had my skirt up and he finger-banged me right there at the bar. We went back to my place and I got the cock action I wanted; he got full access to my pussy and he gave me several many orgasms on the way to his climax.

We've been together for a while now and the sex is not getting stale. He never disappoints.

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Charlie works at the zoo and I went to visit him one day during our lunch breaks since we work only a few blocks away from each other.

"This is nice," I flirted as we sat on a bench in an area of the zoo that was very quiet that day.

"Not here. Not now. Unfortunately," Charlie said. "I really like my job here. Can't do anything to jeopardize that."

He had a pretty good position at the zoo as a biologist. He developed very ethical experiments with animals in the zoo and was starting to get some recognition for his work. Definitely not a dumbass.

"Hmmm. Anything I could do to change your mind?"

"Probably not today."

"But there's hope," I teased.

I slipped into a spot between some bushes behind the bench and did a striptease right down to some racy lingerie I was wearing underneath. When we heard voices nearby, I ducked behind the bushes and got my tight little dress back on quickly.

We didn't have sex that day but we sure did that night. I had planted a thought in his mind about a risky public fuck and I started working on a plan to fuck at the zoo while it was full of people. He didn't know it yet, but I was going to make this happen. It was an opportunity unlike any I'd had before.

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The very next day, I went to the zoo; I was not meeting him to convince him to fuck, I was scouting and planning. There had to be a spot, some perfect spot where we could get away with this, not get him in trouble, and get me off like fireworks.

I wore a wig and sunglasses and dressed like a very conservative girl; that way nobody would recognize me when the actual fucking happened -- and it WOULD happen. The zoo was pretty quiet that day so I could linger in places nobody would normally linger, looking for that perfect sexy spot.

There was a pathway that led through a little garden that looked promising. Wandering down that pathway I acted enthralled by the exotic flowers, sniffing them leisurely as I poked along. There was nobody there. Perfect.

I sat on a bench and opened up my shirt to let the sun hit my tits and pulled my skirt up to expose my untanned skin. After nobody came by for a few minutes, I got a little more frisky and started rubbing my pussy. I had scouted for cameras and they were none in this area, the cameras were easy to spot and were only in areas near the animal pens and cages.

This was good! A warm sunny day in a public place and I was getting myself off in public. This would be better with a cock inside me but the thrill was still there and I was starting to get into it when I heard voices approaching fast. I rearranged my clothes as best I could but when they walked by, I'm sure these guys got a little flash of some of my parts.

One of them looked back as I was trying to compose myself and I knew from his long gaze I had given him a bit of a show. That's one of my problems: sometimes I get so into the moment that I lose myself -- even close my eyes and moan -- that's when I am prone to getting caught. Fuck. Glad I'm disguised.

So much for this place. People could come up on us too quickly and catch us in the act.

Twenty minutes later, I was wandering around and noticed the gorilla cage. There were quite a few people around even on this quiet day so I was about to leave when I spotted a sign. It said the exhibit would be closed next week on Tuesday and Wednesday because the gorillas were being taken to a facility for a complete checkup.

This would mean the area would be pretty empty with just the odd stray person walking by because it was a dead end path to the gorilla enclosure. Hmmm.

My plan was beginning to unfold.

I left the zoo and was walking back to my office when I saw a costume rental place with a sign that said they were going out of business and everything was 50% off. Maybe this was my chance to get some sexy outfit or disguise for future public sexcapades so I went in to browse.

I found a very hot alien costume that was made of latex and came with mesh nylons and some other accessories and I picked it up. I could work with that.

Then, I noticed a set of his and hers gorilla costumes. "You have to be kidding me," I said out loud. Now, I'm not one that thinks the universe speaks to me but this seemed an unlikely coincidence and I immediately grabbed them. "Fuck," I mumbled and went immediately to pay.

On the way back to my office I put the plan together. He could get keys to get us into the empty gorilla enclosure -- maybe even the cage part -- HOT!!! -- and we could wear those costumes and fuck right there in full view of people. There wouldn't be many people around anyway because the sign said the gorillas weren't there that day and If we were far enough away from the walkway, nobody could tell we were actually people in costumes.

Fuck. This was good. Now I just had to sell this idea to Charlie.

This was not an easy sell. Charlie could lose his job if we got caught. We could be arrested. The thought of all that danger was flooding my pussy as we talked.

Charlie was having nothing to do with it.

I showed him the costumes that I had strategically cut holes in so we could fuck.

"Nope."

"What will it take for me to convince you?" I asked.

"There would have to be less risk of me being caught," was his sensible reply.

He was right. This was high risk -- but also high reward. I was not letting this go.

"Will you at least indulge me here," I whispered, "I'd like to suck your cock and then fuck you while I fantasize about it."

"Oh yeah!"

I hoovered his cock for a while and then sat on that shaft while I sucked on his neck and ear. He was hard as a rock. I knew he was thinking about my fantasy zoo fuck.

A thought occurred to me and I whispered it in his ear, "What if we could power down the cameras?"

His cock stiffened even more and one of his thrusts got deeper in me than he ever been before. I had gotten us so slippery from my wetness I was going to need a new couch and we were sliding all over each other, rocking back and forth in rhythm.

He shot a massive load of cum inside me as I came with a small squirt of wetness and we twitched and bounced for a good solid minute, coming together in perfect sync and collapsing on the couch that had become a sticky mess.

"OK," he muttered, almost incoherently. "Let's do this."

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The day had arrived. He had gone to work early and taken the cameras down for "maintenance" while the gorillas were gone. He had also stashed the costumes in an area for maintenance staff connected to the cage, returning to the office before anybody else showed up for work.

Nobody questioned him about the video maintenance thing and he and everybody in the office worked away as usual.

Until 11:45.

I was waiting for him on a nearby bench, wearing very loose-fitting clothes and no underwear, practically salivating for this public romp.

We made no eye contact as he opened the door to the maintenance room and left the door ajar. I followed a few minutes later even though there was nobody else around.

Inside the room, we stripped off and put on the gorilla costumes. They were quite convincing to anybody but a gorilla expert. I think.

We crept to the back of the enclosure, got behind some thick bushes and kissed hard. He got on his knees and started licking my pussy, grabbed my ass -- errr, furry ass -- and pulled me in to get his tongue deeper into me. He edged me and I was getting kinda antsy and a little frustrated. I had been ready to come since we stepped out of the little building, hell -- since I was sitting on the bench waiting.

Then he did something that surprised me. He took my hand to lead me.

"Come with me."

"Oh, I will!" I shuddered.

He led me into the cage, probably only about 20 feet from the front of it where people could look in. But nobody was there.

I got on all fours and he got behind me. As soon as he drove that cock into me I came. It wasn't a massive orgasm but it was so deep, long, satisfying. Here I was in plain public view with his cock in me and I had just had a public Big O.

"Fuuuuuck!" I muffle-screamed inside my gorilla head.

I looked up and somebody was there at the front of the cage; there was a small space between the cage bars and the walkway but they were right there, talking to someone else I couldn't see, "Look! The gorillas are there."

"You're right," said stranger number two.

"Let's get the others."

My mind raced. Maybe we should run for the bushes and hide, crawl to the building and get dressed. But I was lost in the pleasure, grinding my pussy into Charlie's groin and dripping with sweat and -- stuff.

A few others showed up. "I thought this exhibit was closed," someone said.

"Dunno," chimed in someone else.

Charlie was pushing me toward them, little by little we pawed our way slightly forward. What was he up to? Wasn't this close enough? Fuck, those people were so close. So close. And none of them had a clue about what was going on.

It seemed Charlie could tell they were the furthest things from gorilla experts so he got more brazen.

He pumped me forward with his cock driving me toward the small crowd that had gathered to watch the gorilla sex. I looked up and saw we were so close to the people. I reached up and grabbed the bars, only the small space between the cage and the short concrete barrier separating us.

"Grpmmmmmmphphphph," I growled. It must've sounded gorilla-like from inside my gorilla suit because some of the people smiled. I decided to just let go; there was no escaping this situation if some authority came by, we were fucked. Really. Fucked in every way.

Somebody was recording us. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I felt something change in the way we were fucking; it was like we became animals, fucking with primal noises and rhythmic thrusting. We both knew this was a moment that we would fantasize about for the rest of our lives; a situation so obscene and dangerous.

And we let go. We gave into the primitive urges and that cock got thicker and harder than any cock inside me, ever. My pussy was drenching the inside of the gorilla suit. My legs were wet and the smell of sex was everywhere.

His cock pounding, my pussy throbbing, my face contorted, we climaxed together in an explosion of lust and lubrication. For the first time ever, I squirted a little - and that sensation set off a string of orgasm-spasms that I rode like a train.

"Grphhhhhmmmmmmphphphphmmmmogggggggssssssssssssssss," I involuntarily cried out.

Charlie made some odd noises too.

The crowd and time itself stood still as we writhed and shook, the strangers' faces could be measured in inches from me -- they were so close. That made me cum longer and harder.

Charlie pulled out and somehow got his cock back into his suit before it was visible and turned around to saunter toward the back of the cage.

I laid on the ground and convulsed as the crowd continued to watch -- some with jaws dropped and one with video still recording. I was totally spent, totally orgasmed out.

Eventually, I gathered enough strength to crawl on all fours toward the back of the cage. The crowd dispersed and we were left alone.

Silently, we sneaked back to the building and got out of the gorilla suits and into our clothes. We were sticky messes of sweat and cum and whatever else.

We waited until Charlie could see that the coast was clear and I kissed him deep and long before disappearing into the day.

A few minutes later, he turned the video recording equipment back on and locked the door behind him, still nobody around. He took the gorilla suits with him in a bag. We later burned those suits because they were evidence -- and nobody was ever going to be able to clean them.

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I went to his place after work.

"Anybody suspicious at work?" I asked.

"Nope. Most everybody was gone at lunch and nobody reported anything."

I told him that I'd taken a shower at work after I got back. "I smelled like a mix of sex and sweat and something I can't say I ever smelled before."

"Yeah. I had a particular odour after we fucked but where I work, odd scents are normal."

We got takeout for supper and talked a bit more about what we'd done, our favourite parts, the look in people's eyes as they watched us fuck. Walking back to work thinking that everybody was looking at us like they knew what we had done. How could they not know? The earth had shifted on its axis when we came. But nobody knew. There were no news stories, no visits from the police. We'd gotten away with this.

You'd think we'd have fucked like crazy that night while reminiscing about what we'd done but we just slept. We slept long and peacefully. We had totally satisfied our desires for that day and were absolutely beat.

But we fantasized about that cage-fuck for a long time afterward and just mentioning it got Charlie hard and me wet.

That's some of the best sex I've ever had.