My day started out about as normal as any other Saturday morning. I woke up around 9am. I stretched out across my bed taking my time waking up. I rolled out of bed, headed to the bathroom, and started running my shower. Looking at myself in the mirror I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Giving myself a once over, I reached up and took the band out of my ponytail letting my hair fall to my shoulders, lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor. Reaching my hands up to my chest I ran them over my tits squeezing the soft flesh in my hands. I played with them a little in the mirror as I often do, moving them around and lifting them up and down to see what kind of cleavage I could be capable of if only they were a little bigger. My shorts were the last thing to drop to the floor and after turning around to look over my shoulder at the firm curves of my ass I climbed into the shower.
The water felt great as it ran down and around my curves. I soaped myself up and slide my hands up and down my body enjoying the slick feeling the soap gave my skin. I got out my razor and began working my way up each leg getting them as smooth as possible. It wasn't in my plans for the day to have anyone else touching them but figured you can never be too careful with things like that. I always feel a little sexier with smooth legs and once I was done with both legs I moved my attention to my pussy. It had been two days since I shaved it last so there was a little stubble beginning to grow which is something that I don't really care for. I ran the razor down my stubble taking extra special care once I got closer to my pussy. Slowly I worked my razor just inside my thigh towards the outside of my pussy lips getting the last bit of hair from each side.
Turning the water off I reached for my towel and dried myself off. I wrapped my hair up in the towel and worked it around my head. I slipped on my robe and started heading back to the bedroom to start getting dressed when I heard my doorbell ring. I wondered whether or not I should actually answer the door since I was only wearing my robe but after the way I have behaved with some of my neighbors the last few weeks I figured answering the door in a robe wasn't too big of a deal.
Looking through the peep hole I recognized the man at the door as Tom from down the street. Tom was the president of my neighborhood's home owner's association. "Oh, I didn't think you were home." Tom seemed as surprised that I was home as he was by the fact that I was only in a bathrobe. Tom was about 50 years old and had been living in the neighborhood for close to 25 years now. He was never married and didn't have any kids so he tends to take his role in the HOA very serious. He had already fined me twice in the past for violations like parking my car along the street on a garbage night even though I had family over and a full driveway. He also fined me once for the weeds in my yard being too high. I'll admit I had neglected my yard a little bit but it was far from looking like a mess or being bad enough for me to get fined for its' appearance. Anyway, Tom handed me an envelope similar to the ones I had been given before and after opening it my jaw almost dropped. I was being fined because the new mailbox I had put in last weekend was 6 inches too tall and the fine was for $200!
"Tom I can't pay $200; I didn't even know there was a rule about the height of our mailboxes. Can't I just fix it today and we can forget about it?"
"Sorry sweetheart it doesn't work that way. Rules are here for a reason and if you want to dispute your fine you can come to the HOA meeting tonight."
"Fine I will, and hopefully everyone else will realize how silly this is and leave it alone."
I turned away from Tom and shut the door hard behind me. I was so frustrated after my encounter that I found it hard to get anything done around the house all day. All I could think was who cares how tall a mailbox is? I was so distracted throughout the day that before I knew it I needed to get ready to head to the meeting. I wanted to feel confident because I was already at a disadvantage being young and a girl so I decided to dress up a little. I slipped on my new black fishnet and lace thing from VS and a matching black lacey bra. I put on a gray knee length skirt and a dark purple button up shirt. I wasn't sure who would actually show up to this meeting but just in case there were a few men there wanted to have the ability to sexy up my outfit. I buttoned up the shirt to a modest level before leaving the house but knew if I needed to use my sexuality to persuade some stubborn man I could easily open up a button or two.
When I arrived at Tom's house I wondered if I was early because there were only two other people there. Besides Tom there were two other men who I didn't really recognize but assumed lived somewhere in the neighborhood. They were both sitting down so it was hard to evaluate their size but they were wearing wedding rings and both looked to be in their early 40's. I introduced myself and then told me their names were Dan and Jay. Realizing these were the only people that were going to show up I figured the guys were just using this meeting as an excuse to get out of the house for a while so if I was going to get out of this fine the time was now.
"Let's get things started" Tom blurted out in an authoritative tone.
"Do you mind if I use your restroom first?" I asked knowing that if only these three men were going to be present I could take advantage of the situation.
I went down the hall and into the bathroom and began checking myself out in the mirror. I unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt and rolled the waist of my skirt a few times so that it rode just a little higher up my legs. I leaned in and away from the mirror a few times to figure out how much could be seen in different positions so that I knew how much my audience would be able to see.
