Zarina Quiakides
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 31, 2015
Annabelle was excited, her final day of school which was a half day was over and summer was now beginning. It was the last day she had to worry about wearing her school uniform until her Junior year of high school began in three months.
Climbing down the stairs of her bus, she waved to her best friend Sonya whom she promised to call tomorrow to let her know whether her father was going to let her spend the night or not. She couldn’t wait to get home and take off her shoes, get her stretches done and practice.
Though the muscle in her left leg was strained a few days ago, she was so devoted to her practice that she made certain she kept practicing, though felt the burn of it after. For now though, while she walked the half block home, she unbuttoned her uniform jacket and took it off, holding it over her arm leaving the button up blouse in place, still tucked into the waist of her green, blue and red plaid pleated skirt.
Her skirt fell just below mid thigh and an inch beneath the bottom of the skirt the white stockings started going over her knees and down beneath the flat dress shoes she wore. It was rare for Anna to wear heels for school, but sometimes she would put them on at home to practice for her solo dance choreography.
Even though school was out, she still had her dance classes twice a week and took them seriously. That was why the redhead practiced daily no matter what the weather was like or how sick she might end up.
The last year hadn’t been easy, losing her mother and having to adjust to only having her father. Then, her uncle moving in and becoming accustomed to having two men around regularly, but for Anna she adored both men in her life.
Just as she reached the front door, she loosened the uniform tie and then opened the door, heading in to call out, “I’m home, Uncle Mark.” Toeing off her shoes, she made certain they were placed out of the way near the door as usual, before padding in her stockings through the living room and out through the glass door in the back of the house to shift her training bar that her mom and dad had bought for her three years before.
Lifting a leg, she began stretching, wincing as the movements caused more pain through the strain of her left leg. Anyone inside the house that chose to look would see the white lace panties she wore beneath the skirt that hugged her hips but were thin between her legs.
Unlike usual, Anna only managed half her stretches before the discomfort stopped her. With a bit of frustration, Anna went back inside closing and locking the door behind her before settling on the couch where she began to knead at the muscles and nerves. With her leg lifted so she could work it out, the skirt was doing nothing to hide those panties from sight but Anna wasn’t aware of that fact. She was thinking that maybe she needed to take a couple days break from her workout. Her leg wasn’t getting enough rest and considering school was out, her dance teacher had been warning her, even suggesting she get physical therapy or massage therapy but she had never mentioned it to her dad or uncle.
“How was your day, Uncle Mark?” She questioned as she turned to look in his direction, her raised leg made things so that her legs were partially parted but her expression was warm and innocent while she continued to try and work out the soreness.
Climbing down the stairs of her bus, she waved to her best friend Sonya whom she promised to call tomorrow to let her know whether her father was going to let her spend the night or not. She couldn’t wait to get home and take off her shoes, get her stretches done and practice.
Though the muscle in her left leg was strained a few days ago, she was so devoted to her practice that she made certain she kept practicing, though felt the burn of it after. For now though, while she walked the half block home, she unbuttoned her uniform jacket and took it off, holding it over her arm leaving the button up blouse in place, still tucked into the waist of her green, blue and red plaid pleated skirt.
Her skirt fell just below mid thigh and an inch beneath the bottom of the skirt the white stockings started going over her knees and down beneath the flat dress shoes she wore. It was rare for Anna to wear heels for school, but sometimes she would put them on at home to practice for her solo dance choreography.
Even though school was out, she still had her dance classes twice a week and took them seriously. That was why the redhead practiced daily no matter what the weather was like or how sick she might end up.
The last year hadn’t been easy, losing her mother and having to adjust to only having her father. Then, her uncle moving in and becoming accustomed to having two men around regularly, but for Anna she adored both men in her life.
Just as she reached the front door, she loosened the uniform tie and then opened the door, heading in to call out, “I’m home, Uncle Mark.” Toeing off her shoes, she made certain they were placed out of the way near the door as usual, before padding in her stockings through the living room and out through the glass door in the back of the house to shift her training bar that her mom and dad had bought for her three years before.
Lifting a leg, she began stretching, wincing as the movements caused more pain through the strain of her left leg. Anyone inside the house that chose to look would see the white lace panties she wore beneath the skirt that hugged her hips but were thin between her legs.
Unlike usual, Anna only managed half her stretches before the discomfort stopped her. With a bit of frustration, Anna went back inside closing and locking the door behind her before settling on the couch where she began to knead at the muscles and nerves. With her leg lifted so she could work it out, the skirt was doing nothing to hide those panties from sight but Anna wasn’t aware of that fact. She was thinking that maybe she needed to take a couple days break from her workout. Her leg wasn’t getting enough rest and considering school was out, her dance teacher had been warning her, even suggesting she get physical therapy or massage therapy but she had never mentioned it to her dad or uncle.
“How was your day, Uncle Mark?” She questioned as she turned to look in his direction, her raised leg made things so that her legs were partially parted but her expression was warm and innocent while she continued to try and work out the soreness.