Run

Anna was greeted by a wet, cool morning. It had clearly rained the night before. Everything was soaked, but at least it wasn't raining right now, though the sky threatened more during the day.

She knew from experience that the school was all of ten minutes away if she ran. Glancing at her watch, she realized she would get to school right around the time the bell rang.

Anna took off running down the sidewalk, thankful that the school dress code allowed flats. She dashed down the sidewalk, her feet pounding the sidewalk, her breasts jiggling mightily within the confines of her bra, which strained to contain them. It wasn't an athletic bra, and most definitely was not designed for the rigors she was subjecting it to. Her skirt swirled around her legs, though it was long enough to keep her panties hidden. Flats weren't the greatest thing to run in, though, and her run was interrupted once by one of her flats flying off her foot. She winced as her bare foot hit the concrete hard, and ran over to where it lie, stuffing her foot back into it, then sprinting towards school once again.

Partway through her run, she passed a young man walking the other way. As she passed him, he said "Nice bra!", his gaze fixed on her jiggling bosom as she went past him. Her face flushed a deep red, realization that she had completely forgotten her missing button in her run hitting her like a ton of bricks. She hastily clamped a hand over the missing button, continuing her pell-mell dash to school.

Moments later, she rounded the last corner, cutting across the school yard towards one of the side entrances to the building, her flats slipping on the wet grass as she sprinted for the doors. The yard wasn't as well maintained as it should have been, and there were muddy patches where the grass needed to be reseeded. She slipped again, and, off-balance, landed her left foot in one of those patches she had been trying to dodge. She yelped as her foot sank a few inches into the mud, the sudden shift in her trajectory completely ruining her precarious balance. Her arms flailed in front of her as she tumbled forwards, the gooey mud sucking her flat off her foot, her other flat popping off her foot and flying over her head. It landed a few feet in front of her as she hit the grass, her arms somewhat breaking her fall. She felt her breasts smash painfully as she slid forward, stopping with her nose a few inches from her right shoe.

She lay there a moment, winded, before the bell sounded, signalling the end of first period. She only had five minutes to get to her next class, which was on the other side of the building, and she still needed to grab her books! She grabbed her right shoe as she **** herself to her feet, cursing the mud that held her other flat, wondering if she should risk the time to pry it from the mud.