Romantic date

1

The workday ended at 5:30 PM.

Marina stretched wearily and, straightening up, arched her delightful figure forward slightly, causing her magnificent, full 3rd-size breasts to strain the strict black jacket that was part of their office "dress code."

In principle, her husband's income allowed Marina not to work, but it was her own desire.

This way she felt independent.

For her 25 years, Marina looked simply stunning. A tall brunette with slender legs "up to her ears." Having two children had not spoiled her figure in the slightest.

Her ample breasts were still firm, and her waist, the envy of many of her married friends who had already begun to gain weight and lose their shape, remained roughly within the bounds of her pre-marital state.

She rolled her chair back a bit from the desk.

Her strict but not long skirt, a hand's width above the knee, beautifully hugged her slender, firm thighs.

Marina stood up, turned off the computer, and picked up her purse.

"Bye, Marin," said the pretty blonde at the neighboring desk.

"Aren't you leaving, Ira?" Marina asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, the boss asked me to stay late today..." Irina made a meaningful face, making the reason for her delay immediately clear to Marina.

Igor Borisovich, their boss, was a man of years—he was 53—but was still quite the catch!

Well, at least he thought so of himself, and Irina, his, how to put it more softly—constant companion—was not inclined to dissuade him of this.

Judging by Irina's opinion, well, by her stories, Igor Borisovich was quite a capable man.

Irina, gossiping with her friends in the office, sometimes compared the boss to her husband, and the comparison was often not in the latter's favor.

Despite the fact that her husband was almost half the age of her lover.

Irina was the youngest in their rather mature team. Marina was 25, Tamara, the accountant, was 30, Svetlana, the second accountant, was 33.

Of course, against such a backdrop, the 20-year-old Irina, who had just gotten married in the spring and hadn't had children yet (and, by the way, didn't seem to be planning to), looked very advantageous.

Tall, slender, with bleached hair, long-legged, she simply ignited men at a glance, and it seemed she liked it.

Well, at any rate, she didn't neglect the boss's gifts and his attention.

It remained a mystery how she managed, with such a jealous husband, to always come out unscathed...

"Really? And what will you say at home?" Marina asked ironically, smiling crookedly.

"I'll say I'm staying at my mother's," Irina shrugged.

"And if he calls your mother!?"

"He won't call; they, to put it mildly, don't like each other."

"Still," Marina persisted.

"I have it all worked out; my mother is in the loop, if anything, she'll confirm I'm with her."

"Really?" Marina was surprised.

"Well, we're like friends," Ira made an innocent face and pursed her thin lips.

Marina laughed and, blowing her friend an air kiss, slung her purse over her shoulder.

"Bye," she said goodbye.

"Bye-bye!" Ira chirped, winking.

Marina went downstairs to the bus stop, looking around in the faint hope that someone she knew would turn up.

But, as luck would have it, all the passing cars were complete strangers.

Marina sighed.

She'd have to walk to the stop; she needed to visit her mother today, and she lived at the opposite end of the city.

A familiar melody ringing from her purse announced an incoming call to Marina.

"Yes, hello? Oh, Anton, it's you. Yes, I'm finished... I've already left... yes, what? Okay, I'll try... alright, I'll call." She closed her flip phone and, stuffing it back into her purse, almost got hit by the wheels of a car that stopped right at her feet.

"You!..." Marina began to protest, ready to tell the careless driver everything she thought of him, but stopped mid-sentence. "Vitalik!!?" Marina's eyebrows shot up.

The man behind the wheel was smiling broadly.

"Get in the car quickly, Marinka, stopping here is forbidden!" he shouted through his window and swung open the passenger door for her.

Passing cars had already started honking at the driver stopped in the wrong place.

"Vitalik! You!?" Marina exclaimed in surprise, looking at the young man, roughly her age, with wide eyes.

"Me, me—in the flesh!" the driver declared with pathos.

"But what brings you here!? You left back then and never came back."

"I have business here."

"So, is it work-related?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow, look at you, how you've changed!" Marina said admiringly.

"How?" Vitaly asked playfully.

"A real distinguished man!" Marina feigned lowering her eyes.

Vitaly laughed.

"So distinguished!?"

"Really, really! Don't you believe me?"

"Well, you'd know better. Where are you headed?"

"To my mother's now, but actually, I was going home."

Vitaly stopped smiling and asked:

"So you're still living with Anton?" Marina also stopped smiling.

"And you, with Vika?" Tension hung in the car; it was clear these two shared more than simple friendship, and they both knew it.

"Marin, are you in a hurry!?" Vitaly suddenly asked.

"Well, not really, why?" Marina asked warily.

"Well, I have some free time, and I haven't had lunch yet, care to join me?"

"Isn't it a bit late for lunch?"

Vitaly glanced at the clock on the dashboard—5:45 PM.

"Perfect timing," he said in a feigned voice.

"Oh, Vit, you always loved to eat, and where did it all go? You were as thin as a rail!"

"Was!?" Vitaly asked in a flirtatious tone.

Marina gave his sturdy torso a meaningful look.

"You were."

"And now what?" Vitaly asked, slowing down before an intersection without looking at Marina.

"And now you've filled out so much, really matured; looks like Vikulya feeds you well!" Sly notes slipped into Marina's voice.

Vitaly smiled crookedly.

"Years, girl, years. They take their toll." He sighed theatrically.

"What do you mean, years!? What are you hinting at? You cheeky thing! We're the same age! Are you trying to say that I..." Marina artfully frowned.

"No! Marinka! I didn't mean anything like that! You're still on top! Simply super."

Vitaly threw an admiring glance at her.

"I try," Marina smiled, softening.

"You're doing quite well," Vitaly said meaningfully, sighing.

They drove up to a restaurant.

"Wow, so you dine in restaurants now!?" Marina asked with a smirk.

"You know, I thought, it's evening already, met an old friend, we could mark it with dinner. What do you think?"

"Old!!?" Marina exclaimed.

"Well, Marinka! I didn't mean it that way!!" Vitaly pretended to be embarrassed.

"Alright, alright! We're even," Marina said playfully, pouting, but couldn't hold back a smile.

They parked in the restaurant's lot among other equally respectable cars.

"Listen, Vitalya, you have a new car and a new look—a real dandy! Did you rob a bank or find a treasure!?"

"Thanks for the compliment, friend—No, I don't rob banks. New job; new car, new life..."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"So you did achieve your goal!?" Marina now looked at Vitaly with interest.

"Well, not exactly as planned, but... not bad either, although..."

"Wow!" Marina exclaimed in a teenager-like manner.

Vitaly lowered his gaze and modestly remained silent.

They stopped.

The man walked around the car and, opening the door, offered the lady his hand.

"After you," he said gallantly.

Marina coquettishly placed her slender hand in his and got out of the car.

"Oh, Vitalik, you've completely talked me into it, no, I can't go into the restaurant!"

"What's wrong!?" Vitaly was surprised.

"Everything. I'm not dressed appropriately!"

"Oh, come on. Marinka. You look great! How do you think a girl going to a restaurant with a friend, mind you, a FRI-END, should look?"

Marina was a little embarrassed.

"Well, I don't know, but somehow differently..."

"Eh, forget it!" Vitaly nudged her elbow, and they entered the building.

After whispering something with the maître d', Vitaly led Marina to a separate table in the corner of the hall.

Vitaly seated the girl and sat down opposite her.

"Well, tell me," Marina addressed him once he took his seat.

"What should I tell you, my dear. About life?"

"So dear!?" Marina feigned surprise, though she knew perfectly well that Vitaly had been in love with her in the past.

"You're immune to inflation," Vitaly made an admiring face.

Marina genuinely blushed and lowered her eyes.

"And you really have become a handsome man," Marina said with a sigh.

"Well, don't make me blush..."

"And you're just like a blushing maiden!" Marina gave a short giggle.

The waiter, a young guy, probably about 17, placed their order in front of them.

He quickly and professionally set the table and just as discreetly withdrew.

"Wine, champagne, or..." Vitaly looked questioningly at his friend.

"Oh, Vitalik, just a little wine, okay?" Vitaly shrugged and filled her glass.

Marina took a sip of the drink and nodded her head with pleasure.

"You have good taste," she said, looking at Vitaly.

"And you, I remember, did too," Vitaly said with hidden meaning.

Marina suddenly became serious.

"And otherwise, how are things?" she asked, not looking at him.

"Well, fine. Vika gave birth to our second in the spring, yeah, so now I'm a dad twice over. And you?"

"Me too."

"A dad twice over!?" Vitaly teased.

"A mom!" the girl exclaimed and laughed.

"You wouldn't know it by looking at you," Vitaly looked her over again, "workouts, right?"

Marina smiled.

"You won't believe it, Vit, I don't do anything at all, look what I've become! A total housewife, you haven't even seen me in a housecoat!"

"Well, Marin, you're all not super in housecoats, although, it depends on the housecoat..."

Vitaly gave his friend a meaningful look.

"Oh, don't make me blush, look who's talking, your Vika, she's practically a photo model!" It was clear that Vitaly liked the compliment about his wife, but he remained silent, then added:

"But you're still more beautiful!"

A tense pause hung in the air. Vitaly blushed, realizing he shouldn't have been so frank right away, but couldn't help himself.

"Ahem!" Marina coughed, "watch out, if your Vika finds out you took me to a restaurant, she'll give you hell." There was no irony in Marina's eyes.

"She won't!" Vitaly objected, "she's not exactly clean herself."

"Really?" Marina fixed him with a surprised gaze. "In what sense—not clean?"

"In the literal sense." Vitaly lowered his eyes to the glass. Then he downed it in one go.

"I caught her last year with a man!"

"What!!?"

"Yeah! Can you imagine, some Azeri guy, can you believe it, she wanted some exotic. Damn her! I later made her get a DNA test for the child."

"And, is it yours!?"

"Mine. Thank God! Since then, she's become a bit, quieter," Vitaly poured himself more wine. "What a bitch, huh! Only because of the child I didn't kick her out to her damn mother! And her mother too!" He downed the glass of wine in one go.

"You're driving!" Marina said reproachfully.

"Ah, forget it! I'll leave it in the parking lot. I'll take a taxi. Such a celebration, and I can't have wine!"

"And what celebration, may I ask?" Marina asked in surprise.

"What do you mean what! Here, I met a classmate, haven't seen her in eight, no, 18 years..."

"Seven," Marina corrected him.

"What. Seven!? Feels like twenty to me!"

"Twenty years ago, we were just starting school."

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