Naked Animal On Display

As time passes, I find myself wondering if it would be better if the crowd dispersed or if I wanted my naked body on open display for that many complete strangers. As I walk around in view of the guests, many of whom are busy snapping photos of my naked body, and my natural curves in a clear view of everyone. It's soon I realize I'd much prefer to have a captive audience, as it's easier to pass the time, and besides I found it rather pleasant to be seen naked anyway.

I'm walking slowly, letting my hips roll from side to side as I parade my naked body before them. I walk from side to side, toward the glass, and toward the foliage with my legs spread decently wide. I climb on the vines before them, letting my naked body, including my breasts, hips, ass, and shaved thatch flash before them. I find myself giggling as they point at me, noting when they can see my nipples or cunt plainly before them. I swing about, clinging and moving openly before them, and quietly enjoying every chance I get to flash myself before them.

They point at me, snapping photos wildly, staring as if captivated by my every move. In rare cases, when the number of guests dwindles down to one dozen or less, I pose myself directly before the glaze as if I'm in a glamour magazine. I smile at them, sometimes blowing someone a kiss, or slapping my ass softly for their amusement.

Eventually, as day gives way to evening, I choose to sit right before the glass panes themselves, legs spread wide. I know they can plainly see everything, pointing, chatting, and snapping photos in such wild excitement leaves little to imagine what they are saying. I can't hear what is being said, as the glass makes it impossible to pick off the words, but I can understand the body language just fine.

More people start arriving as people leave their colleges, and adults leave work. I make naughty looks their way, blow them kisses, and sometimes, make a playful pinch on my nipple, slap on my ass, or blow them a kiss. Soon, I switch to rubbing myself along the glass barrier, parading my naked body back and forth, my shoulder pressed on the glance. I wobble my ass wildly back and forth as I move, even as I press my side against the glass. Sometimes I turn and face the crowds, giving them a full-frontal view of my nakedness. On all fours most of the time, but occasionally I do stand up, and give them a more traditional look at my exposed curves from head to toe. Other times, I turn my rear to them, letting them see my ass and shaved mound between, aware of the possible wetness that may come included with my arousal. I am on display for them, and it has left me rather in the mood, shall we say ...

As I move for the crowds, I find myself almost feeling bad for the other exhibits. So many are crowding for a sight, even a glance, or me behind the glance, wild jungle noises or not, that many of the nearby exhibits have been left almost empty. Like I thought before, it almost makes me feel bad for them. Almost.

It's then I hear a sound at the back door that I was let in that my attention turns to what it could be.