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The thought of Ria scampering down the street in her heels and panties started my cock stirring anew. It seems she was serious after all.

D: “You made it?”

R: “Yeah, like I said just barely. I’m sat here with a sweat on from running, in my knickers and a raincoat. I probably look like a pervert.”

I smiled at that visual, but talk is cheap.

D: “Prove it. Snap a picture.”

I joined the others at the booth and slid in next to Mitch. Tony and Lorenzo were there from the sales team. Those guys were smooth talkers, which explained why they were so consistently leading our company in units moved.

“Hey hey, Dan made it!” Tony piped up, offering his glass in a toast. “And lucky thing too, otherwise Lorenzo would have been the ugly one of our group.”

I laughed along with the table. There were two women in our group. One brunette gave Tony a sassy glare and nuzzled up against Lorenzo. She must be his current conquest. The blonde I hadn’t seen before. And I would have remembered if I had seen her, because she was a knockout. Very curvaceous in the way a real man appreciates.

“Dan, I’d like you to meet Isabel and Diana,” Mitch said, gesturing to the brunette and blonde respectively. “Isabel, as you can see, makes poor life choices.”

“Woah, you’re saying this to Dan? After all his complaining about his girl?” Lorenzo mocked me again. I laughed again, but I smirked at my little secret. My phone buzzed again, and I peeked under the table to see. Ria had snapped a quick selfie, which was blurry because of her haste. She had pulled open one side of her coat to show the sexy French lingerie underneath. I could see the cleavage of B-cup tits which raised my pulse. Over Ria's shoulder was the ubiquitous white wall of the London Underground car. So I knew she was really doing this. The possibilities were endless.

D: “Who else is in the car?”

R: “It’s nearly empty, everyone’s going the opposite way. Just one guy, a pensioner.”

D: “Go sit opposite him.”

R: “Ok, I moved into the seat opposite him. ...Dan?”

I could almost read the worry in her text. It was indeed warranted.

D: “After the next station, open your legs. Give him a good look. Don’t close them until you stop at the next station.” I’ve taken that train many times. The time between the next two stops would be a good two minutes. I didn't think she would do it, of course... But then again, I didn't think she would have got on the train in her sexy underwear. So i

R: “There are cameras on these trains!”

D: “They are at the ends of the cars, they won’t be able to see anything. It will just be you and me… and him.”

R: “Ok…”

Back in the pub the guys called me back into conversation. They were going on about last week’s Arsenal game. When they asked about how spread out their defense was, I couldn’t stop thinking about how spread out my fiancee’s legs were. It was weird thinking of her that way, but she had made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. And if she proved herself tonight… Marriage wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Two minutes later - R: “Ok, I did it. The whole time.”

D: “And what happened?”

R: “He was looking at me… down there. The whole time. It was disgusting because he kept massaging the crotch of his slacks. While asking my name. I can't believe I then told him, and now he wants to talk to me.”

This provided me with more inspiration.

D: “You’ve got a few more stops to go until you reach the pub. Invite him to sit next to you and talk to the old guy. If he puts his hand on you, leave it.” I sent the text and a second idea came. “And take a picture of it.”

Back to the conversation. I sipped my beer every time there was a lull so they wouldn’t ask me a question. I couldn’t be bothered, my mind was elsewhere.

Finally my phone buzzed. It was a picture of Ria’s tanned and toned thighs, bare under the coat. An old man’s hand rested on her inner thigh. His white hand perilously close to my girlfriend's barely covered cunt.

Mitch leaned over. “Mate, what the fuck are you doing on your mobile all night? I thought you were out here to be my wingman.” He whispered so he couldn’t be heard over the buzz of the pub.

I whispered back. “I’m having some fun with Ria on her way downtown.” I flashed him the pictures, under the table so the others couldn’t see. “She said I’ve got her for 12 whole hours.”

“12 hours? With a tight little piece like Ria?” Mitch said. “Why didn’t you go home when I asked, you fool?”

“She’s been leading me on for months now, you know this. But she said she’d do anything if I married her. So I’m testing her a bit. You play it cool and there might be something in it for you as well.”

Mitch looked shocked, but I nodded to confirm it. To be honest, I hadn’t planned to let him in on it. But it seemed like a great idea in hindsight. So now I just had a few minutes to think of what I’d demand of Ria next…