When my baby wears tight jeans it is a veritable fiasco. She knows just what she is doing to me when we are out, by just the way she walks, the way she moves, she is the mother of tease - and just being with her, watching those looks on other guy‘s faces, their tongues almost hanging out, then the look of pure envy when they see me take her hand, or put mine into her back jeans pocket, gently nudging and squeezing those delectable cheeks.

“Baby can we look in here?” she asks, stopping at a lingerie shop. I took my mind off my very carnal thoughts and looked - it was an Ann Summers shop. I sort of hesitated - not because I didn’t want to go in with her but because of other things. “You’ll come in with me, baby wont you?” Louise asked again. “Remember what we spoke about. You do want me to be adventurous don’t you?”

I still hesitated. I had a high sexual arousal point and I knew if we went in there it would be embarrassing, not because of what was on sale - I could face that - more because I couldn’t hide what was growing below. Already I had a struggle, just feeling her hips move with my hand tucked inside her pocket - as if that wasn’t enough to bring me on, she wanted to provoke me even more by luring me into this very sensual erotic place which, somehow women always seemed easier about. I am wondering if that’s because they have nothing to hide.

Louise knew what I was on about because she said, “ No matter, baby, you can hide it by standing behind me and then I will see what we can do later.”

Stand behind her she said! She just didn’t realise just how it is for guys that would only make it worse!

“Baby, just come in with me, I will guard you - you are mine and mine alone, ‘Freddy ‘ is exclusive to me so I am not about to let any other girl get a glimpse of my bread basket.”

“Well no, maybe not, but a cottage loaf is different from a French loaf, if you see what I mean!”

She really chuckled at that, thought it so funny. If she knew just how much I was aching for her, envisaging that warm moist pussy, my very own ’Cherry’ hidden there between those tight jeans - how I wanted that right now, just to smother my head between as I caressed her buttocks would be so good, I loved that, loved her to be wide for me, with her jeans or with her thong, me kneeling between and sniffing the scent of her, the longing for the taste of her…

“Baby, Baby! Concentrate?” Her shrill voice came through again, I was out of it, my carnal thoughts so strong, in my mind - my tongue exploring, enjoying, it was so good.

“What do you think, Baby?” she asked lifting something from the sex toys department. Looking closer, it was a strap on. Now my blood was moving like a torrent inside my veins I saw what she was doing, stroking the shaft smoothly with her fingers as she waited for my reply. We had been talking about it - I had never been with such an exiting and adventurous girl like Louise before. In fact never thought I could go fo what she had in mind, I guess because I always associated it with homosexuals and the last thing I am is gay! I was still stuck for words