Monkey Business

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the floor of the chimpanzee enclosure. Doris, a seasoned zookeeper, was hunched over a clipboard, her pen scratching notes about the day's activities. It was well past closing time, but she had stayed behind to finish some overdue paperwork and ensure the primates were settled for the night.

As she scribbled, a soft hooting sound caught her attention. She looked up to see Jomo, the alpha male chimp, watching her intently from his perch atop a tire swing. His brown eyes seemed almost human as they followed her every move. Doris smiled, used to the affectionate glances from her intelligent friend.

"What is it, boy?" she cooed, setting down her clipboard and walking over to the glass partition that separated them. Jomo chattered back, his hands gesturing wildly. Doris laughed, mimicking his movements. "You always have so much energy," she said, her voice softening.

Suddenly, Jomo reached out and pressed his palm against the glass. She hesitated for a moment before doing the same, their hands meeting at the barrier. The connection felt strangely intimate, stirring something deep within her.

Doris pulled away first, shaking off the unsettling feeling. She turned back to her clipboard, trying to focus on her work, but Jomo's persistent gaze lingered in her mind. She found herself unable to concentrate, her thoughts wandering to the gentle way he had touched the glass.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back at Jomo. He was still watching her, his expression intense. Doris bit her lip, her heart racing as she considered the their friendly bond. She knew it was wrong, but she was fantasizing about letting him watch her masturbate, and wondered how he would react.

With a deep breath, Doris set aside her clipboard and walked over to the glass she was alone with him, the only sounds the distant hum of the ventilation system and their shallow breaths.

"It's just us tonight," she murmured as she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and pealed it off her shoulders. She then unhooked the front of her bra and leaned into the glass, her breasts pressing against the barrier that separated them. Doris closed her eyes, her hand sliding down her tummy. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, the temptation too strong to resist as she slid her hand inside her panties.

She gasped softly, her hips bucking against her hand. Jomo's hooting grew louder, his excitement palpable. Doris opened her eyes and was surprised to see Jomo holding his erection. The sight of his primal arousal fueled her excitement, making her wetter with each passing second.

"Yes, look at me, watch what I am doing." Doris panted, her voice straining with need. She quickened her pace, her body aching for release. Jomo began to stroke himself, his movements imitating hers.

Doris watched him in fascination, her own orgasm building rapidly. She couldn't believe they were watching each other masturbate.

"Oh, god," she moaned, her body tensing as she approached the edge. Jomo moved his hips, thrusting his erection towards her, his own climax imminent. Their shared pleasure was pushing her over the edge.

Doris cried out in fulfillment, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy spread over her. Jomo followed suit, gushing streams of semen all over the glass.

For a moment, there was silence. Doris lifted her head, her eyes meeting Jomo's once more. His expression was hard to describe.

"I don't know what came over me," she whispered. Jomo tilted his head, as if trying to understand. Doris sighed, her hand reaching out to touch the glass one last time. She couldn't deny how good it was.

Jomo hooted softly, his eyes still glued to hers. Doris knew she had to leave, to put some distance between them before she did something else she would regret.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she said. Jomo chattered back, his tone playful. Doris turned away from the enclosure and walked towards the exit, her mind was already tormented with thoughts of what could happen tomorrow.

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The next evening the primate building had cleared out as Doris stood at the entrance to the chimpanzee enclosure, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but the memory of last night's forbidden pleasure was too strong to resist.

With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of pine sawdust and animal musk filled her nostrils. She closed the door behind her, ensuring they were truly alone.

Jomo watched her approach from his perch atop a wooden platform. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and something deeper, a primal hunger that mirrored her own. Doris swallowed hard, her hands reached for the zipper of her jumpsuit.

"Tonight, Jomo," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustle of her clothing, "Tonight, we go all the way."

She slid the zipper down slowly, revealing more and more skin to his eager gaze. Jomo hooted softly, his body language shifting from curious to excited. Doris paused, her hand hovering over the final inch of fabric that still concealed her.

"Do you like what you see?" she murmured, her voice thick with lust. Jomo chattered back, his approval clear. Doris let the fabric fall away. Standing naked before him made her feel dangerously vulnerable, but it added to the thrill. Her body was on display for him, every curve and contour illuminated by the dim lighting.

Jomo climbed down from his perch, his movements almost predatory. He approached her cautiously, his eyes never leaving her exposed body. Doris held her breath, her pulse racing as Jomo reached out and gently touched her tummy.

The contact sent shivers down her spine. Doris closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his rough hands against her flesh. When she opened her eyes again, Jomo was closer, his face just inches from her own.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice a mixture of fear and excitement. "Touch me, Jomo. You can touch me."

He seemed to understand, his hands roaming over her body with a gentle yet insistent pressure. Doris gasped, her head tilting back as he explored her. Each touch was electric, sparking a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

"More," she pleaded, her hips instinctively pressing against his hands. Jomo responded by grasping her pussy and giving it a squeeze. It felt so insane! Doris bit her lip, her body aching for release. She quickly turned getting on her hands and knees. "Please Jomo," she whispered, her voice coaxing him, inviting him. "Make me your own." She could feel herself dripping with anticipation.

Jomo grunted, his body moving with a sudden urgency. Doris moaned with delight as he grabbed her hips and slid inside, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. Reality truly struck her as he began to thrust!

"Oh god Jomo, you're fucking me!" she moaned, her body welcoming each impact. Jomo hooted in response, his pace quickening. Doris could feel her orgasm welling up inside. "That's a good boy, just like that! Oh fuck, FUCK!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the concrete walls as she exploded in pleasure, her body convulsed with the force of her climax. Jomo soon followed, his juice jetting into her with pulses she could feel.

For a moment, there was silence. Jomo withdrew as the warm liquid ran down the inside of her leg. There was a sense of satisfaction as they both relaxed.

Doris smiled weakly, her mind racing with the implications of what they had just done. She knew it was wrong, but the experience was seared into her soul.

Doris sighed, her hand reaching out and touching his face affectionately. Jomo hooted softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Doris stood up with wobbly legs as she unlatched the door.

Doris turned and nodded as she picked up her clothing stepped out of the enclosure.