An autoerotic Suprise

Mackenzie bit into her cheeks in a **** attempt to suppress her breath as she felt the suit begin to contract around her breasts and pelvis, the familiar foamlike substance was complemented by a different texture here. A strange brush-like collection of plastic feelers, she hadn't noticed before, pushed themselves against her nipples and groin, and began to vibrate. They weren't very long, they didn't need to be, the dozens of tiny shimmying beads tickled and teased as they danced around her erect nipples and along her sensitive lower lips. Mackenzie clenched her watering eyes and held her breath as the footsteps stopped just a few feet ahead of her, it was the only thing she could to suppress her moans, but she knew she couldn't keep it up for long.

"I think the noise was coming from this one." Said a familiar feminine voice, standing just to her right. "I don't hear anything Sarah, you sure?" spoke a male voice, which seemed new and feint as if spoken from distance. "No, it's definitely this one, I heard it too, but you're not going to hear shit from all the way back their Jace!" "Well, someone has to stay back here with Emily, what if she gets scared, huh!? ... Wait Emily where are you going? come back here, don't leave me alone!" The new male voice shouted, apparently named Jace. For a moment Mackenzie wish that this Emily girl was walking away from her that she would drag her friends along and away from her before she was **** to breath. That hope was dashed quickly as the sound of echoing footsteps filled her ears. "Just come over here Jace, I'll protect you!" The new voice, which Mackenzie presumed to be Emily, spoke with audible glee. "No, please," Mackenzie thought, "just leave, just stay there, Jace, just stay there and **** them to leave, please!" she cried in her head. But her silent mental pleading only brought her disappointment as the sound of approaching footsteps followed seconds later.

"Glad you could join us, Jace." "Y-yeah glad to be here, Aron. N-now what's the deal with the armor?" Jace tripped over his words, his bumbling breathy reply serving as an agonizing reminder as to how **** Mackenzie was becoming for a chance to beath. "Can't say for sure..." Spoke Aron, his words circumnavigated Mackenzie as the man searched her pleasurable prison from head to toe. "Either theirs a very patient person in that armor waiting to scare us, or it's just a speaker in their playing breathing noises on a loop."

Mackenzie had fought against her **** urge for breath for over a minute now, her starving lungs and terrified brain were flooding her with a feeling of lightheadedness that was only to serving to highlight the other sensation that risked outing her. It was only a matter of time before her body betrayed her, one way or another in the next few seconds she was going to make a sound and the people outside would certainly hear it, in retrospect, Mackenzie would have probably preferred it to have been her breath that revealed her, but she couldn't deny that she couldn't have stopped the next sounds from happening anyway. Blind to the world, sweating profusely and wordlessly begging the world around her for a miracle, Mackenzie was finally **** to release her cheeks from her jaws as her body committed the final betrayal. Her clitoris, finally serenaded from its hiding place, joined the beads in their ballroom dance, her most delicate spot was being spun around the floor and grouped by every passing hand, and it enjoyed every second. Like a rebellious teen kept locked away by a drab conservative mother, it jumped into the beads perverse party with reckless abandon and eagerly screamed its lustful decadent pleasure as loud as it could, hoping its wicked mother would hear. And its mother was Mackenzie, and she heard its cries loud and clear.

Mackenzie eye's shot open, four blurry stranger's faces were barely visible through the narrow view slit of the armor, but she hadn't any time to piece together the details of their faces before everything went white and her hips started shaking.

"huuuooooooooaaahhhhh~" Mackenzie's **** gasp for air bled into a low unmistakable moan, her mind to busy reeling, to even notice the beads dancing across her pussy lips stop until the loud thud of metal hitting the floor and a cool breeze played a crossed her thoroughly wet lower lips. "Oh, no, no, no, no!" she silently cried, suddenly aware of the missing piece of armor which had once been stimulating her and covering her, was now doing neither.

"I guess that answers my question." said Aron, his warm breath spreading along the redhead's exposed pussy.

"U-um miss are you okay?" said Emily, her previous confidence seemingly lost.