Begin the three block trek to the meeting place (lz)

I centered myself. I was breathing so hard. I was... where was I?

I was at a bus stop. My house was... Ooohhh.... MY house was...

Fuck.

I'd only made it to the stop sign one house away from my own. How'd I get here? I... "AAhhh.h..."

This fucking suit...

I...

Unnnnnhhhh...

I felt myself falling over; reaching out, I felt balance return as my hands wrapped around the pole of the stop sign. I... Unnnnhhhhh... fuck… I "Aaaah..." hugged the stop sign close as my thoughts redirected to the suit's motions within.

My teeth clamped down on my lower lip and I closed my eyes. Maybe there were people around, but if there were, I didn't want to know. I rocked my hips against the suit's constant milking of my clit. This had gone far beyond simple "teasing". The suit was fucking me. It was making me cum over and over again. There was nothing... Oooohhh... nothing I could do about it. There was nothing "tease-y" about this.

"AAAAAaaaaaaunnnnnhhhhh"

The last orgasm brought with it a brief moment of clarity. But before I could really appreciate it, the suit continued right again, and the whole cycle began again.

I opened my eyes, wondering if there was anyone nearby who'd heard me. Glancing around, the neighborhood seemed deserted, except for a car headed my way from a distance.

I righted myself and tried to stride as normally as possible. As I did, I felt my muscles within spasm in another fitful orgasm, and my eyes glazed over once again. I **** my body to stride normally, and as far as I know, I did quite a good job, despite the fucking body-rocking orgasm happening inside the fucking suit.

I looked behind me. I hadn't made 30 feet away from my house.

This was going to take forever.

-ONE FOREVER LATER-

Apparently forever was just over three hours... I think. I'd completely lost track of time. All I knew was that the sun was coming down soon. I briefly wondered if it would have been smarter to do this trek at night.

Well either way, I was here now... Except that here...was not a house. Here was... Well I didn't know. I didn't care. I was sitting on the steps of some sort of shop and nothing mattered except my next orgasm. I could have sworn the suit had shrunk tenfold since I left the house. My strides had added a tickling sensation in my inner thighs to the suit's cycle and I was so relieved at having made it here that all I wanted to do was to curl up and ride it out.

-HINTS-

1: Ring the doorbell

2: Curl up and ride it out

3: Inspect the environment

4: Inspect the suit