Loving Raph Is Red (TMNT) ✔

11: Spur of the Moment

Slowly, sensually, Alice traced her fingers to the sides of her hips before smoothly pulling it down her curves. The turtle who stood by the window watching her felt human than ever. He felt everything he thought a human could. Ever since he was a teenager, hiding in the sewers, with his adventurous nature, Raphael always wanted to see beyond.

He secretly discovered the tantalizing beauty of sex and the human body.

Never did he thought that one day, he would feel it again with an actual human female. He felt himself pulsate. But this time, he was larger and more broad. His hand traveled all the way to his manhood. He gripped himself as if preparing himself.

When Alice completely allowed her pants to slide down her legs, her red lace panties exposed her shape as it tightly hung on her waist.

Raphael breathed heavy. His three broad fingers wrapped around his manhood, then he began stroking himself.

Alice knew she was almost completely exposed to a creature she barely knew. She paused, wrapping her arms around her and subtly looking to the side. She thought to herself again: If I do this, this will change everything.

Alice felt herself pulsate, wanting to be touched. She began to imagine the turtle's huge body towering over her. She wondered how it would have felt to be touched by him. How ridiculous...how bizarre...how mysterious.

She ran her hands to her torso and moved it behind her back, reaching for the clasps of her bra. She unclasped it long enough for Raphael to stroke twice before realizing he was close to his peak.

When Alice finished unclasping, she allow the bra to fall to her elbows before removing it from her body. Then, she finally turns to the side, revealing the shape of her breast. Raphael realized he could see her full view as he was standing away from the corner of the window, exposing his shadow to her. Alice did not care.

She turned around, revealing her bare breasts. She walked over to her room. And before she entered it, her eyes darted right at the window where Raphael was watching. She gave him a faint smirk. Then, she entered her room and closed it.

Raphael jumped to her terrace window, but still kept himself hidden.

But then, as he peeked, he noticed Alice pushing her curtain, revealing a perfect view of her bed with the perfect amount of light with the help of her dim lamp.

Alice walked over to her bed without looking at the window for she already saw his shadow. She enjoyed his company. She enjoyed making him watch because she took pleasure in his mysterious vibe and broad features that soon formed a silhouette by the window. 

Alice swayed to the music sensually, still hearing the loud blast of the music. She played it off well--making it seem as if she really did not mind him watching--and it wasn't awkward at all. Finally, after swaying gracefully to the beat, her fingers traced over her thighs and up to her hips to tug her panties down. She slid them and let them fall to her ankles as she turns slightly, showing the curve of her breasts and her ass. Alice then takes her panties away and gently lays it on the bed. Then, she lies down with her left leg bent and resting on the edge of the bed as the other lay tip-toeing on the floor. She began to touch her breasts while her other hand rested on her abdomen.

Her hands, then, finally traced them down. Then, she began rubbing in circles and closed her eyes. Alice breathed deeply, feeling the subtle sensation in rubbing her clitoris. When she rubbed long enough and felt herself pulsate and swell, Alice inserted her index finger smoothly inside her making her gasp. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure.

She fingered herself slowly, clenching her lips around her index finger tight every other second. Then, at the perfect timing, she heard her playlist end.

There was silence now in her whole apartment. She could only hear her breathing, the beat of her heart, the sound of her wet pussy getting fucked, and the sound of Raphael violently stroking and gasping for air by the terrace door. 

She went crazy in her head.

Alice began to insert her middle finger with her index finger and penetrated herself faster. Nonchalantly, she bit her lower lip, and her other hand clutched the bed sheet.

She fucked herself faster everytime a gap of silence allowed her to hear Raphael slightly moan outside her slightly-opened door of her terrace. Her mind was going crazy: she wanted to look at the window and ask him to fuck her. She was so close to calling him. But she was too busy fucking herself and imagining what Raphael's manhood looked like.

She fingered faster. She was panting now and moaning softly in between. She felt it build up and stopped breathing for seconds.

Raphael stroked his manhood aggressively now. He saw Alice almost clenching in utter pleasure. He enjoyed how her breasts moved with the way she quickly fingered herself. He was tempted to insert himself inside her. He wanted to barge in and fuck her. But instead, he gripped on the doorpane as he stroked himself faster and faster until he was close.

Then, Alice exclaimed with utter pleasure--

"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" 

Raphael gaped at the sound of her moan and the sight of her body clench then shake as she released herself, grasping on the sheets. Then, he felt himself cum.

He felt his knees weaken but he controlled his weight--and released his breath and came all over his manhood, as it drips down his hand and shaft, but he did not care. It was not his first time he had to bear his cum dripping down since it was not his first time masturbating in secret either.

After releasing himself of pleasure, he glances at Alice who's still laying on the bed. Her hand is on her head and she's panting.

Raphael wasn't sure what he was supposed to do until he realized how much mess he made on himself. He glanced at Alice again and saw that she glanced at his direction. For some reason, he hid himself and felt embarrassed of the mess. When he heard her move, instantly, Raphael disappeared before she catches him outside.

Alice covers herself with the blanket and keeps her eyes at the glass door. She hopes that he was still there although she had no clue what she had to say to him. But by the time she opened the glass door to the balcony, he was gone.