Sunday Morning Exercises
Ashley woke slowly. Her eyes blinked several times fuzzily, and opened on her sunny room, flooded with soft yellow morning light from the window. She stretched languorously, thrusting her loose fists towards the ceiling. She felt refreshed and well-slept.
She swung her legs out over the side of the bed and placed her feet into the furry pink slippers which lay by her bed. She stood and made her way to the bathroom outside her room, opening her door a crack and peering out to ensure she was alone before scurrying to the bathroom. She didn't want her cousin to see her before she had had a chance to clean herself up and brush her teeth. In fact, she observed, this particular morning she seemed to be more rumpled than customarily. Her pajama was quite creased, and it even seemed to her that her sweat must have left patchy areas of stiffness on it. She did not suspect that these traces had been left by her night visitors, wiping their secretions on her nightdress.
Unbuttoning and removing her pajama top, Ashley, observed herself in the mirror, while at the same time she herself was observed by the hidden surveillance cameras behind it. The camera recorded the swing of her breasts as she soaped her armpits and washed herself, the soapy water coursing down the sides of the burgeoning flesh of her boobs before being flushed away by clean water, in turn dried vigorously in the plush, green, towel.
She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, the gathered it into a tail behind her head and fastened it with a rubber band from the shelf next to her.
For once Ashley manages to make her way downstairs and out the door without running into her adopted family, and we leave her delighting in the crisp morning air, and the filtered sunlight as she runs through the quaint neighborhood and into an adjoining park. Her breath steams and her trainers pound a rustling tattoo on the path, brittle fall leaves scattering behind the athletic girl's footfalls. She smiles delightedly, enjoying the feeling of her strong body's rhythmic strides cutting their way through the brisk morning, whisking by thick trunked oaks, sporting their winter baldness. We leave her for the moment to herself, dear reader, watching her from behind as she crests a rise in the path on the way to the small lake beyond, and smile appreciatively at the sight of her tense, hard-working haunches, only momentarily disappointed that her rear is covered by her jacket, tied around her waist.
Soon enough Ashley returns to the house where, this time, her Uncle has been waiting for her with well-hidden eagerness.
"How was your run?" inquired Uncle Edward as he opened the door and let Ashley into the warm house. Inside, the air felt distinctly warm to Ashley after the sharp crispness of the outside air. She was still panting softly, catching her breath. She responded,
"It was lovely! I ran down the lane like you said to. There were ducks in the little pond there! The morning is really pretty."
"Good, good girl!" encouraged Edward, letting her into the house. Ashley panted and caught her breath. She peeled off her large sweatshirt, and Edward discretely observed her breasts heaving under the tank top as she pulled the outer layer over her head.
"Now," Edward said, "to continue your morning exercises, I want you to go upstairs to the recreation room. There I will direct you in some additional calisthenics!" Ashley wasn't displeased to hear this. She had admired the rec room with its wall of mirrors, and reveled equally in the strength and grace of her well trained body, as well as in the sight of herself exercising and dancing. She smiled, "Can I get a glass of water first, Uncle?"
"Of course, Ash," responded her Uncle, "in fact get a glass of grapefruit juice from the icebox, and bring me one as well, please. If you would bring a croissant for me, and put it on a plate and bring it upstairs, I think I'll take a bit of early breakfast too! Bring cups and a pot of coffee."
Ashley headed for the kitchen, which was light but somewhat smaller than Ashley would have expected for a house the size of her Uncle's. Like most European kitchens, it had elegant, but compact, appliances. The refrigerator and the stove, while modern and extremely stylish, were smaller than the ones that Ashley had at her own parent's house. Opening the refrigerator, Ashley found a small box of grapefruit juice. She found two glasses in the pantry, and filled them, then took a croissant from the basket of them which had been delivered from the bakery that morning and put this on a flowered ceramic platter for her uncle. She took a sophisticated, square serving tray, with a honey-colored wooden border and wicker surface, from a shelf by the pantry, and placed the little platter on it. Next to this she placed a plate holding a rough morsel of fresh cream butter, and a small crock of raspberry jam.
She opened a number of drawers until finding one containing silverware, and placed a serviette on the tray, covering this with one of her Uncle's large- proportioned, heavy, silver-plated Sheffield knives. Now all that was needed, she thought, to complete the pretty breakfast tray, was a flower. She looked around and saw a small bud vase on the shelf. She quickly retrieved a small ornamental rose from the bush just outside the door leading to the garden from the kitchen, and put it in the small vase.
Balancing the tray, she headed up the stairs to the rec room where her Uncle awaited.
Edward had arranged a chair so he could comfortably supervise his nieces' exercises, and was patiently waiting for the girl. Although not partial to popular music, Edward put on the stereo a compact disc by Brittney Spears, playing it initially at low volume, to inspire his young niece's efforts. He watched her as she came into the room, balancing the tray with his breakfast charmingly. He smiled at her, "That is lovely, Ashley, thank you!" He stood and took the tray from her, and placed it on the low desk at the side of the room. He sat down on the foldable chair he'd placed by the desk and sipped the juice, looking at his niece who stood before him expectantly.
Ashley was wearing white sneakers, short white socks, black tights in a dun finish covered her legs, delineating them perfectly. Around her waist, she had tied her sweatshirt, as girls commonly do when wearing tights that would otherwise fail to conceal the shape of their bottoms. A good 8 inches of bare midriff showed below Ashley's pink halter, which was designed to tightly contain her large breasts.
"Now Ashley," said Edward, "let's just get you warmed up again a little bit, as you've had a chance to cool from your running. Hand me the sweater. Nothing should be allowed to interrupt the clean lines of a dancer or impede her movements."
Ashley handed Edward her sweater, untying it from around her waist. Edward observed his niece's nicely shapely, flat tummy coming into view, and walked around her. Her proud rump stretched the dun black material of her tights nicely.
"Touch your toes, Ashley," encouraged Edward, turning up the music slightly to get the girl moving of her own volition. "Up, down, up, down!"
Edward positioned himself behind his niece and watched her body bend itself down towards her feet, her hands flattened and pointed like a diver entering the water, as she thrust her upper torso down towards the floor repeatedly.
