One Week Later...
June Darby, in her white and teal green Audi R8 alternate mode, drove into the secret entrance of the Autobot base. The backseats were filled with large paper bags from her sudden and unexpected trip to the grocery store. The stuffed bags were filled with all kinds of assorted hams and cheeses, bottles of water, juice and soda, a couple of bags of sliced bread, condiments, and almost every single bag of flavored chips she could find.
She had also thrown some fruits into the unhealthy mix, in hopes that at least one of the children would eat an apple or maybe a banana. Huffing out a tired sigh as she made her way through the curve of the cave entrance. "So much for my day off..." Alita mumbled to herself as she parked her in her usual "out of the way" spot on the far edge of the cave's entrance near to the Ground Bridge. She had been planning to spend her well earned day of peace and relaxation in the comforts of the local spa.
So much so that she had even scheduled it a few weeks prior, making sure she would get a spot in the ultimate treatment special. She was so excited for her day of tranquility and bliss… Until she got a call from her son telling her that the refrigerator in the base was bone dry. Jack had phoned around 10:30 in the morning as she was halfway in her drive towards the spa which was located in the more populated area of the town.
By the look of the website, they were going for a South Miami vibe. Complete with palm trees, saltwater pools with their own white sandy beaches and brightly colored beach chairs She had been looking forward to sitting on one of said chairs, sipping on one of those stereotypical drinks with the little umbrellas. The one she really wanted to try was called "The Hurricane" if she recalled correctly.
Unfortunately, Bluefire had called, explaining how he had both forgotten to do it himself and tell her the day before and was extremely sorry for it. Instead she had made a U-turn and driven straight back the way she had come to the grocery store. "Don't worry about it Jack, I can just set up another appointment. It's honestly no big deal." She had lied and they both knew it. Setting up an appointment at that place on the same day of her rare free days was a pain in the behind.
It was basically a "hit or miss". Soaking up the warmth emanated by the water in the hot tub was one of her favourite parts. Now instead of having her stress wrinkled face covered in some weird mud mask with cucumbers on her tired eyes and a mojito in her hand, here she was, huffing out large bags of food out of her car and making her trek across the spacious middle area of the base.
The main area of the base was empty and unusually quiet with only the continuous beeps from the towering green monitor screens. "Hello, anybody home?" She called out. Multiple footfalls echoed from the base's deep hallway. Counting on the smoothness and evenly paced steps getting closer, as well as the weight, she could easily tell it was the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime. The massive mech exited the hallway entrance and made his way over towards June with only a few steps.
Alita sure got an eyeful of the Autobot Leader. Her blue eyes indiscreetly moved from the top of his deep royal blue helm, down to his smooth face, over his towering and broad shoulders and Across the windshields above his wide chest. Down the length of his abdominal area, admiring how the metal plates moved and shifted as he walked. The term "rock hard abs" gave absolutely no justice to Optimus's metal ones.
Silently hoping that he wasn't noticing her eyes continued to wander. Finally they came to rest on his narrow swaying hips and long powerful legs. My goodness... she thought. Optimus lowered his massive body down on one knee before he spoke. June could see his piercing bright optics swirl and refocus on her. "Hello Ms. Darby. It is nice to see you." His voice rumbled softly and Alita could feel the vibrations of his deep voice tickle through her chest.
She shifted her weight and extra pounds of grocery bags onto her left leg. "It's nice to see you too Optimus and I've told you before, just call me June, or Alita as you already know," she replied with a smile, "no need to be so formal with me." Optimus responded with a small smile and a slight tilt of his helm. His optics darted over at the grocery bags that she was holding. "I see you have brought sustenance for the children, would you like some assistance?" he asked.
Thanks to her Cybertronian form June would have declined, but decided to take him up on his offer. "Oh yes, please," she replied. Optimus lowered his large right servo, his long metal digits splayed out in front of her. Without any hesitation, Alita dropped the brown paper bags onto the middle part of his open palm. The leader of Team Prime lifted up the servo and then lowered his left allowing the woman to step on his left servo.
Once again she smiled up at him. "My, what a gentleman." "I do want I can," he replied with a small smile of his own. In one swift and smooth motion, the Prime straightened up and was once again on his two enormous peds and walked over towards the balcony of the human area where he gently lowered Alita down first to the floor. "You can just place the bags on the couch, Optimus." She instructed him as she walked over towards the refrigerator and opened it.
It was nearly empty. Half a bottle of soda, a couple of granola bars and a few loose grapes made up the sad sight. In the far back of the fridge was an old wrinkly bag from the fast food joint that her son worked sat in the corner. The grease of its contents had seeped through the material of the bag and pooled around it. "Miko..." she muttered to herself. Bluefire always did his best to make sure that kept the fridge well stocked with food, nearly all of which was paid out of his own pocket.
It was no secret, however, that much of the produce inside ended up being eaten by the adrenaline junkie girl. Optimus placed the grocery bags onto the couch as June grabbed the small trash can and dumped the old greasy bag in it. She placed the trash can back beside the old white fridge and walked back over the couch. The Autobot leader simply stood there in silence and watched as Alita darted back and forth, placing the groceries into the refrigerator.
Nurse Darby could feel his strong stare on her as she did. "Your attire is quite different from your usual one," he finally said. She placed the last bottle of soda in the now fully stocked fridge and tapped the door with the side of her hip, closing it. The woman gave a quick glance at her clothes and then shrugged; dressed in a white spaghetti tank top, well fitting black leggings and sandals. It was how she had dressed to start off her day off with a calming class of yoga.
"It is, was, my "day off" today. I was going to have a yoga class, until Jack told me that there was no food for them here," she replied, grabbing the empty paper bags and tossing them in the trash can. "I see... do you still have a chance to make the class on time?" he asked. "No, I've missed it," Alita replied. At this time, she would have been drenched in sweat by the sauna. Oh well. That was when an idea popped in her head.
"Actually... Optimus-" She turned around to face him. Optimus's optics blinked a few types and shifted his stare to her face. What was he staring at? A tiny voice in the back of her skull told her that it was obvious what had caught his attention. She silenced that annoying little voice and walked over towards the yellow railing. "Would it be alright if I performed my yoga here?" Optimus was silent for a few seconds, his optics flashed and swirled around a few times.
Probably scanning information about the source of the question from the internet, she assumed. He blinked and gave June a small nod. "Certainly, This "yoga" that you speak of, requires a fairly quiet and tranquil setting," he replied. "The children along with the rest of my Autobots are out scouting. Elita is the only one here and she is taking a rest in her quarters. They will not be arriving anytime soon, so you will not have any distractions." You're a distraction, she thought unintentionally.
So with a quick flash of light and a couple of minutes of shifting gears. Alita, now in her Cybertronian form, placed a roll of metal mesh propped up around the back of the human area, down onto the open area of the base horizontally in front of the Ground Bridge. She was now ready to at least do something that was part of her original plan she had for the day. Optimus had moved over to where the large green monitors were placed. His metal digits on his servos never ceasing as he typed away.
June flexed her digits before sitting down on her makeshift yoga mat, her back facing the Autobot leader, closed her optics and, despite not needing to, she breathed in deeply, listening to the rapid typing of Prime's metal fingers. She started off with the more simple positions, stretching and warming up her stiff muscles, or joints now, not having done yoga in a while, so she was a bit rusty and unbalanced for the slightly more advanced positions.
Currently she was on her servos and knees, performing the "Cat" pose. She breathed in and slowly breathed out, arching her back inward, moving to take up the "Cow" position... Honestly, she would like to have a word with whoever created the English terms for these positions. June then performed a couple of more positions, the Sunbird, Child and Plank. She could feel her joints begin to ache and tremble from the slow stretching and pulling of the positions.
She breathed out, focusing on the quick and even tempo of Optimus' digits, continuously hitting-
The sound stopped.
Alita opened her optics and stared down at her yoga mat. Why had he stopped typing? Was he reading something on the monitors? He had to be. She knew he was still standing there. She would have obviously heard him if he had moved. He must've finished decoding one of those coordinates or something, she thought, bending her knees back on her yoga mat. As soon as her knees touched the metal mat, the typing returned, slowly at first, before picking up speed, but not at the same pace as before.
June now could hear the individual "click" from each of the buttons that he pressed. Huh? Maybe he's just concentrating, the human turned cybertronian pondered as she began to lower her upper body with the bend of her elbows, performing the "Caterpillar" pose. The typing stopped again. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Alita shifted her head down against the yoga mat and peered through the space between her thighs.
Optimus's body was facing the monitors, his helm tilted slightly upwards at the holographic screens. His long arms were bent at the elbows with his servos resting over on the keyboard. Everything about him seemed normal. So why was she feeling this way? Maybe she was more stressed out than she realized. June sighed out as her eyes wandered back over at Optimus's faceplate. I really need to get over this, she told herself.
Her stormy blue optics roamed up and down the length of his metallic body, admiring his posture; tall and strong. Never in all of my years, would I have guessed that I have a silly crush on an intergalactic space robot. Her optics shifted back to red and blue mech's faceplate again. She blinked a few times and squinted her eyes. Something was off here. Optimus was indeed facing the enormous holographic screens, but his stare, despite trying to look straight ahead, was elsewhere.
Oh my god...! Alita's heart, or rather spark, figuratively jumped and started to pound itself against her frame. She quickly shifted her head forward and rested her chin on the yoga mat. He had been watching her all this time? Side-eyeing her as she performed her yoga poses? Oh god, she was practically waving her ass in his direction. The Darby matriarch wanted to scream and just run away and possibly move to a different town or state altogether.
She also wanted to kick herself, immediately regretting facing away from Optimus rather than facing him. Though quite frankly, that wouldn't have been much help either. Why the hell did she think doing yoga here was a good idea? June's face grew hot as a river of questions flooded her mind. What was she going to do now? Should she just stop? Tell him something? Get insulted and just storm off or-
It was then that she remembered her conversation with Pinpoint last week. She soon found herself in the "Downward Dog" position. Her optics carefully peered between her legs, waiting and watching for the mech's reaction. Catching her movements, his helm turned slightly in her direction, staring at her form with both of his optics. Alita could see his optics were a bit wider than before and the black ridges above them were raised slightly.
June shifted her stare down at the empty space of the yoga mat, between her servos. If she had been in her human form she would have most likely seen the small circles of her fallen sweat on the mat. Her body was getting hot and it wasn't all from the movements she was partaking in. She should feel disgusted. She should be angry. She should get up and leave. If there was a human sized Optimus Prime standing right in front of her, she'd give him one hell of a slap.
Yet, here she was, frozen in a pose that allowed him to get an eyeful of her backside. Allowing him to stare between the junctions of her inner thighs and then move down her shapely legs. "He's staring, because he likes what he sees," a voice echoed in the back of her mind. Her "crush" had found a voice of its own and guaranteed it was wearing little horns.
Contrary to what Optimus had said when Alita had arrived, Elita was not sleeping in her quarters. Well, the rose pink and white femme had, but she had woken up a few minutes or so after he had left her alone. Onlining her optics and sitting up, Elita stretched her stiff joints like that of a feline. She remained there for a few minutes before getting up. Walking out of her room and into the quarters, she caught the sound of Alita arriving and her sparkmate greeting her.
Nurse Darby reminded her a lot of herself in many ways, not to mention that Optimus practically treated Bluefire as his own son during their training sessions together. Elita herself admired the young human and found herself doing likewise. He was much like Optimus back when he had been Orion Pax the data clerk at the Iacon Hall of Records during the last years of the Golden Age and the apprentice of Alpha Trion.
Stretching her limbs once again she decided to indulge herself and take a shower. Leaving in the barren, desert-like land such as that of Nevada meant that dust and sand often got into the finer workings of the members of Team Prime and they often had to clean themselves or Ratchet would get onto their case. Now, here she was, standing underneath a cascade of warm water with her breast and codplates removed showing the more "intimate" parts of her gorgeous body.
She then began to lather herself with a special cleaning detergent Cybertronians used. Once her body had made contact with the waterfall, even a monk wouldn't have been able to not note the way her breasts were glistening as the water rolled off her flawless skin while her servos slid up and from her curvy hips and to her slender waist. All while she was softly humming to herself.
One of her favourite past times back on Cybertron had been listening to music as well as sometimes visiting a music hall in Iacon. Her beautiful face twisted with relaxation as the warm water poured down on her. Her breasts were full, perky and bigger than her lean frame suggested; soft and plush. She was beautiful. Slowly but surely, however, her right servo slid all the way down her body until she reached her port and gently began to pleasure herself.
Elita's closed optics tightened, her pearly white denta sinking down into her lower lip. "It's been so long," she murmured softly. So much time had been lost between her and Optimus, a past littered with broken cities and the remains of friends and comrades. She let out a soft cry as her digits delved in and out of her port; it had been so long since she'd had the chance to render herself to such pleasure given how busy evacuating Cybertron and the search for Earth and Optimus and his team had been.
In her mind's eye, the pink and white femme could see Optimus touching her. His warm and delicate digits, despite their size, touching her like she was now, while whispering into her audio receptor how much he loved her. It was almost too much for her to handle. Opening her optics once again, Elita moved towards the entrance to the cubicle, reached round, grabbed hold of one of the towel-like rags on the outside rack and wrapped it around herself.
Soon, she was walking out of the shower in the direction of the main area. One thought was clear in her processor. She needed Optimus and she needed him now! That thought alone made her quicken her pace and she soon came upon the exit from the hallway. Elita immediately spotted Optimus at the console, clearly working on decoding the Iacon Database that had been copied by the human trio from the Nemesis when it had been taken over by the awakened consciousness of Trypticon, a massive Titan.
Just as the femme was about to call out she noticed something odd. While her sparkmates' body was facing the screen and keyboard, his helm was turned to the right, like he was looking at something she couldn't see. Frowning a little, Elita carefully moved forward, keeping close to the wall before peering around the metal and concrete lining of the hall. There, also with her back to the pink and white femme was Alita on her front on one of the metal mesh rolls, her rear up in the air for all to see.
Her optics widened as she rapidly looked between the human turned cybertronian and Optimus, realising what was going on. Shaking her head to clear her head of shock, Elita knew that June wasn't doing something deliberate. She knew well enough that the white and green femme had had a bad past with her ex-husband and that she now had feelings for Optimus, having heard all about the "heels and everything" comment from Ratchet, a comment which Elita had just laughed off at the time.
Now, however, she was seeing proof that Alita's feelings weren't as one-sided as she thought if the fact that Optimus was paying more attention to what she was doing than his work. It wasn't hard for Elita to imagine what was going through her lover's mind.
Unaware that Elita was watching, June bit down on the inside of her lower lip, feeling butterflies in her gut and down between her legs. This was so wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. She was a middle aged single mother with a son in his teens. She was a head nurse. She had morals- That apparently got chucked right out the window. Nothing is going to happen, she assured herself as she slowly got out of the suggestive pose and stood up.
He gets a little show and I can enjoy a man's attention, Alita closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head. She took a deep breath and arched her back as far as she could, creating the "Back Bend" and heard a sudden rush of air as it was blown out. Mech, she silently corrected herself, a small smile on her faceplate as she straightened her back. A mech's attention. Purposely letting out a long sigh, June added her own voice in to make it sound more like a moan rather than a content sigh.
She heard one of his massive peds shift slightly against the concrete ground of the base, a clear sign that he had heard her. With a new feeling of boldness, Alita raised her left leg behind her as she leaned her upper body and arms straight forward in the "Balancing Stick" position. She could feel the muscles of her right leg twitch and jerk, trying to keep her equilibrium steady. The femme tried to focus her concentration on her pose, slightly moving her body to maintain her balance.
I wonder what his face looks like right now? Her mind trailed off, picturing Optimus Prime with wide eyes and his metal eyebrows raised to their fullest. She huffed out a small snicker, but that was just enough for her body to start leaning off to the right side, like a freshly cut tree, tilting over slowly and then immediately falling down to the ground to where she landed on her side with an unflattering grunt.
Groaning for real this time, she rolled over from her right side onto her back. The joints near her mid-section ached from landing directly on them and the hard cement floor. Real smooth, June, she thought as she stared up at the rock carved ceiling. It was then that she heard Optimus's heavy peds walk over towards her... She immediately wanted to find the nearest boulder and crawl underneath it for all eternity.
Optimus' massive helm loomed into her vision and stared down at Alita with worried optics. "June, are you alright?" Maybe she could save herself from utter embarrassment if she just told him that she was in a new position called "The Corpse". "Oh... I'm fine," she lied, propping herself on her elbows and facing Optimus. In her horror, she noticed that her legs were fully separated, "presenting" herself to the Autobot leader.
But instead of immediately closing her legs, and mentally screaming from humiliation, she remained calm and spoke. "I'm a bit rusty on the advanced positions. I was being a bit too bold in trying to attempt them," she admitted. Judging by how her faceplate was beginning to burn, if she had been human then her face would have most likely been redder than a tomato.
"Under normal circumstances, an instructor or a partner would be helping me to maintain my balance and posture," she said, wishing that she could fix her ponytail and roll her black locks around and up into the form of a bun. "Basically, I would need someone to hold me in position." "Ah, I see," he rumbled, a thoughtful tone in his voice, while his optics darted down at her legs. Alita could feel the vibration of his deep and rich voice right through her frames.
It vibrated down her back strut and pooled down in her pelvic area. "Perhaps, it would be beneficial for you if I assisted you with the more strenuous positions," suggested Optimus, offering her his right servo out in order to help. June stared at the large metal hand for a moment. Her optics wandered up the long red forearm, past the elbow, up to his towering shoulder and then over to his dark blue helm. He was gorgeous... too gorgeous for his own good.
While this was happening Elita was still watching with slightly wider optics than normal, especially when she noticed that the Darby matriarch didn't close her legs when Optimus walked over to see if Alita needed help when she rolled on to her back. That sneaky little scraplet! She thought before scolding herself before she realised that what the white and green femme had done was something that she, Elita, would have most likely done had she been in that position.
Well, maybe a bit more daring perhaps. It was as she was listening as they talked about her sparkmate helping June with her yoga that a sly smirk spread itself across her faceplate. "So that's how it's going to be then, hmmm?" Elita said quietly to herself before moving back in the direction of the washroom. "Optimus!" she called, her voice carrying down the echoing confines of the hallway.
There was no doubt in her mind that he hadn't heard her. "I need your help. Could you give me a hand?" Elita waited until she heard his footsteps begin to move. Then she darted back in the direction of the shower, which was still running, rapidly replaced the towel to how it had been before leaving and stepped inside. Back under the sheet of warm water, she reached up and rubbed her breasts whilst continuing to smirk.
"Let's see how you handle a femme who really wants and knows what you're packing my sweet, sweet Orion," she said to herself as the sound of his footsteps grew closer and closer until she could see his red frame through the crack in the corner opposite her. When the pink and white femme had called, Alita and Optimus had both been caught off guard, especially given how they had begun to intently stare at each other.
The leader of Team Prime jolted as if he had been stung and looked in the direction of the hallway. June looked that way too and felt both relieved and somewhat disappointed at the same time. "My apologies, Alita," the latter said. "If you will excuse me..." his voice trailed off. "Hmm? Oh! Oh yes, of course Optimus. Go ahead." He nodded and she could have sworn that there was a glimmer of disappointment in his optics, which, in that moment, signified to and confirmed her deepest thoughts.
Mentally, she berated herself for not fully realising it earlier, but there was no point in dwelling on that now. All she could do now was watch as he strode out of the main area. Sighing to herself, she decided that the best thing to do now was gently rub her sore joints in a form of self-massage before hitting the shower to finish it off. While she was doing this, Optimus had walked down the hallway and entered the washroom, unaware of what his sparkmate had in mind.
Right now, his was on what had transpired between him and Nurse Darby over the course of the past half an hour or so, He had mainly been drawn to her personality which was similar to Elita's own. Not to mention the fact that, for a human, Alita had been quite attractive, even more so now that she could turn into a Cybertronian and a good looking one at that.
Shaking his head and deciding to deal with it at a later date, he focused in on the sound of running water and approached the cubicle where Elita no doubt was. He halted in front of the closed door and gently knocked on it with the knuckle of one of his digits. He waited as he heard the sound of movement on the other side, then the metal door slid open. "Hello Optimus," chirped Elita, revealing her bare form to him with a toothy grin.
The red and blue mech was momentarily caught off guard before he regained his composure. "You wanted to see me for something?" he asked "Yes, I do want you for something," the femme said with a smile. "You." Without warning, she grabbed Optimus by the wrist and dragged him into the shower, dousing him in the warm water. Any further protests that he was planning on making were immediately silenced as the shorter Cybertronian reached up, wrapped her lithe, but strong arms around his neck, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Primus I've missed this for stellar cycles, she thought to herself. Shocked at first, Optimus recovered quickly and wrapped his own arms around her waist. The two made out for another minute or so, their servos exploring and massaging each other's bodies until they broke off after a few minutes. "Elita... are you... sure?" the Prime asked. "What about June?" She grinned mischievously as she stroked the back of his neck with one servo, whilst the other slithered down his body towards his steadily warming codpiece before starting to stroke it.
"Oh, don't worry about her," she purred, pecking him on the neck. "But... We do need to discuss your reaction to her little "show" earlier." Optimus started as he was told this, realising that the pink and white femme had seen him- He opened his mouth to speak only for her to place her foredigit over his lips to close them. Looking down at Elita he saw a devilish look on her faceplate before she leaned up and whispered into his audio receptor.
"We have time."
Back in the main area of the base Alita had waited until Optimus had disappeared from her line of sight. She sighed and pushed herself to her peds, stretching her limbs before rolling the mesh metal mat back up to how it had been before and placed it back with the others. She paused for a few moments in contemplation as to what she should do before deciding that the best way to replicate the hot tub she usually soaked in would be to use the showers.
It would certainly be a new experience having one in her Cybertronian form. Nodding, June turned and began to walk down the hallway in the direction of the washroom, completely unaware that the leader of Team Prime had gone the same direction or of what was happening in one of cubicles at that very moment. As she stepped inside and began to browse through the towel rags she suddenly became aware of two things at almost the exact same time.
One was the sound of running water from a showerhead while the other was a loud sound that sounded like a smothered exclamation. Alita tilted her head to one side and listened. What was that noise? she thought to herself. We can't be under attack, the Decepticons don't know where the base is. Is Elita being restless or something? June wondered as she crept towards the crack of the door. Peeking through said crack with one optic, to say that she was surprised at what she saw would be an understatement.
In the enclosed space, Elita was down on her knees in front of Optimus who was groaning as she bobbed her head back and forth. Water was trickling down their frames outlining every edge they had. Each cable on their bodies was like fine art being displayed on a wall. The latter's narrow hips shone with water droplets, as Alita felt eyes continue to wander, she caught a brief glimpse of his mechhood.
That in itself was bigger than any human could possibly have. During her more "exotic" fantasies she had often thought Optimus was in no way small in that department at all. Then again, she never thought she would see the Autobot leader in this state at all. But now it was slowly burning its way into her memory forever. Her spark was now beating even faster and she could feel the heat building up in her cheeks and her core.
Slapping herself mentally, it was quite obvious what Eltia was doing with the red and blue mech. She should have torn out of the room and put an end to the nonsense inside her head. But whilst her mind thought this, her limbs refused to obey, and she remained there, peeking through the crack of the wall, as if mesmerized by what she saw. Team Prime's leader suddenly gave off a deep, masculine groan, and June watched as Elita's cheeks bulged, then a moment later, saw her swallow.
For a reason completely unexplainable, the human turned cybertronian felt her own mouth become dry and thirsty all of a sudden. She continued watching as she saw the femme released Optimus, revealing a very big, and still very hard spike. Alita's eyes widened in shock. STILL SO BIG AND HARD AFTER CUMMING THAT MUCH! she screamed in her mind. Elita stood up, licking her lips as she grinned up at her sparkmate, and gave him a dirty look.
She's not going to do what I think she is, is she? June tried to keep quiet from her hiding spot, but she was finding it to do so and the sight was beginning to make her feel even hotter. Inside the cubicle the pink and white femme licked her lips, and smirked. "So much, looks like you've been holding that in for cycles," she grinned, giggling as Optimus looked very sheepish. "Well, the shared room was never empty," a flustered reply. "Plus we've been kind of busy ever since we arrived on Earth."
Elita just smiled as she ran her hands over the mech's body. "Well then my sweet, we're going to have to be very busy today aren't we?" she said with a purr. She grabbed hold of his servos and placed them on her breasts, moaning deeply as he immediately, but carefully, tweaked her right nipple while massaging the soft, warm techno-organic flesh with the other. In response Elita threw her head back and groaned as she pulled his digits deeper into her breasts.
She had definitely missed this feeling. Both were silent for a moment before they clashed together kissing each other hard and with passion. Elita clawed at his back, wanting- No. Needing more of him. So much more. They continued making out, pressing their bodies against each other and letting their servos wander. From her hiding place, a certain white and green femme was trying to stop herself from making a sound.
She stood there frozen to the spot, watching Elita One making out with Optimus Prime, hearing them both make the most lewd of sounds. The spy continued watching as the red and blue mech shifted his attention, moving down his sparkmate's body, kissing her as he went. June's eyes widened as Optimus dove in between Elita's legs, making her moan with delight as he began hearing kissing and licking.
"AHHH! That's it Orion," the pink and white femme moaned, biting down on a knuckle. "Eat me, eat my port!" Hearing her say such things shocked the Darby Patriarch even further, and she began to squirm, hypnotized by what she was witnessing. "I don't believe this," she muttered to her. "Why am I not doing anything?" I'm crouching here, spying on these two and watching them make each other scream, she thought to herself.
She saw Elita's faceplate and how her body squirmed from Optimus's oral assault. It doesn't help that I'm jealous and he's doing all of this to her. Alita then heard said femme scream with passion, and watched as her sister's thighs clamp down the man's head whilst the rest of her body spasmed from her orgasm. Once it passed, she released the Prime's head and lay there, huffing and puffing as she tried to get her bearings.