The tendrils returned to the interior of her petticoat prison faster than they had crept out. When all the interior movement stopped Ty took a moment to collect herself. Her nipples were erect and sore and she was panting, but was otherwise fine. Was that moisture she felt on her nether regions? Rather than chance taking anymore time, Ty quickly got to her feet and exited the room. Her parents were divorced and she didn't have any siblings, plus her mother worked nights, so she didn't have to worry about sneaking out.
Still, she moved slowly as she descended the staircase. She had never walked around her house naked before, even though she wasn't technically naked. Strangely the petticoat made her feel more exposed than just being nude would have. It made her feel like some kind of a doll, or someone's fetishistic fantasy. Which she was. She crossed to the door, cracked it open, and peered outside. It was close to eleven now, and her neighboors were all older and didn't generally stay up this late. Still, she dreaded anyone seeing her like this.
The packages were at the end of her driveway. She couldn't tell exactly how many, but there were at least five cardboard boxes out there. More than she could carry in one trip. She decided to try and get it over with quickly, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.
From the shadows of her porch she scanned the road one more time, saw noone, and began to run. Her driveway wasn't long, but it seemed to take forever to reach the boxes. She wasn't used to running topless and found the sensation of her bare breasts bouncing unusual but not unpleasant. She was hindered somewhat by the petticoat. It wasn't exactly aerodynamic, and the wind resistance slowed her down.
She reached the boxes and began pushing two of them back up the driveway, towards her porch. They weren't terribly heavy, but were too big to carry easily. She allowed herself to slow down a bit once she reached the shadows of her porch, and dragged the boxes inside.
Just as she was thinking to herself that this wasn't that bad, she felt stealthy movement inside her petticoat. It was the tendrils again. It barely touched the bottom of her vaginal lips and then began stroking gently up and down the entire length, barely caressing her clit before heading back down.
Ty had thought that this was going too easy. Not only were the tendril's attentions arousing her, but it also kind of tickled. She decided to hurry and get the rest of the boxes inside before her distractions got worse.
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