Hi boys, Lucy here, and do I have a story for you!

A few days ago I met a guy. It was only for a few minutes, but there was something about the way he looked at me... that little smile, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long. Before we said goodbye, we’d swapped messages and set up a date. He was coming over to my place.

The moment he left, the panic set in. What on earth was I going to wear?!

I spent the whole afternoon pulling things out of my closet. Too sweet. Too much. Not enough. My bed disappeared under a mountain of lace, satin, and heels. Finally, I knew exactly who I wanted to be that night: Monique.

I started with a white push-up bra and sheer white panties, then a pink garter belt. I slowly rolled on my black stockings, the ones with the seams up the back, and clipped them in place, checking twice in the mirror that the seams were perfectly straight. Next came a super short, tight pink skirt and a snug white tank top, just sheer enough to tease. Then the finishing touch: my white 5 1/2" peep-toe heels.

Makeup was next. Blue eyeshadow, heavy liner, big fluttery lashes, and my reddest, hottest lipstick. I pinned on my Monique wig, fluffed those big dark curls, added my gold hoops, and took one last look in the mirror. Oh yes. She was ready.

Then... knock, knock, knock.

My heart was pounding so hard I swear he could hear it through the door. I took a deep breath, smoothed my skirt, and opened it.

He just stood there. For a second, he didn’t say a word. His eyes started at my heels and traveled slowly all the way up those seamed stockings, over the pink skirt, until they finally met mine. Then he broke into the biggest grin and said, “Wow... just wow.”

I smiled, stepped aside, and said, “Well, are you going to come in?”

He did. And the door clicked shut behind him. 😉

What happened next? A girl never tells... at least not all of it. Let’s just say Monique had a very, very good night.

Kisses,
Lucy 💋