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Oh god! What did I do? Shit! Shit, shit, shit!Malcolm panicked.Butterflies fluttered within his stomach, stones settling in like they were at the bottom of a river bed, as the alarm bells within his brain continued to ring out. Why can’t there be a reverse button? Take it back, take it back! His fingers kept hitting the screen in a vain attempt to withdraw the message he had sent. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he still tried anyways. Tossing his phone onto the desk, Malcolm leaned back, running his hands along his face, letting out a deep sigh.”Fucking shit…”He rubbed his hands on his face some more. Still coming to terms with the reality that was setting in. “This was a great idea,” he voiced sarcastically. He leaned forward, continuing to stare at his phone. “Time to do some damage control.” Zipping up his pants and placing his phone in his pocket, Malcolm got up, grabbed his bag, and made his way out the door, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the office door behind him.***Lindsay’s mouth was agape. She was sitting at the Richter’s kitchen table. Henry was upstairs, asleep. Mrs. Richter had asked her to watch him for the afternoon. She was informed that the couple wouldn’t be home until dinner. Her phone was unlocked, the image obnoxiously blaring in front of her. It was Mr. Richter’s cock. All of it. He just sent me a dick pic! She placed a hand over her mouth, still in shock that her employer had done this. I know I thought about him during sex with Alex, but that doesn’t mean he read my mind, did he? No! Get a grip, Lindsay! That’s crazy talk! Looking at the image, Mr. Richter seemed to be of a similar length to Alexander, if not slightly longer, but definitely a bit girthier. A slight tingle began to buzz below. Lifting her phone up, Lindsay’s free hand slowly wandered down to her forbidden region. To her short shorts, past her panties, past her well-trimmed mound, her fingers began to dance along her clit. She stopped. Keys were turning the front lock and the front door opened. Someone’s home…***”Hello?” kaçak iddaa Malcolm called out. Stepping in through the door, he came down the main hallway to find Lindsay sitting at the kitchen table. He tossed his keys onto the countertop, setting down his bag. “Lindsay, how are you doing?” The words somewhat stammered out of his mouth. He could feel his face getting hot, turning red, knowing what had transpired, and the awkward conversation that was about to take place. Lindsay just stared at him, motionless. Her phone was turned down onto the kitchen table.”Mr. Richter,” she began slowly. “I thought you and the Mrs. wouldn’t be home until dinner.”Malcolm shrugged. “Things change,” he told her. He cautiously walked over to her, taking a seat at the table in the chair across from her. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.”Well, if that’s the case then, I guess I’ll be going.” She got up, snatching her phone.”Lindsay, please sit.””I really got to be going, I’ll see you next time.” She began to walk past him. Malcolm’s hand flew up, grabbing her wrist.”Please sit,” he repeated.”Mr. Richter…””Sit!” His voice was stern, he couldn’t look at her. His grip wasn’t forceful enough to hurt her, but it was enough to keep her in place. Letting her know that he didn’t want her to leave just yet.”Mr. Richter, Henry is sleeping,” Lindsay pleaded.Malcolm let go. “Sorry…”Backing up, Lindsay slowly sat back down in her chair, placing her phone face down on the table once more. He leaned forward. “I don’t know how else to say this, than to just say it. It is going to be awkward regardless. Did you receive a picture on your phone from me?”Lindsay’s eyes darted to her phone and back at Malcolm. She nodded.”Did you open the text to see the picture?” Malcolm already knew the answer, due to her behavior and demeanor. She bit her lip nodding once more. Her gaze was cast at the floor. “Boundaries were crossed. Shattered even. I’m aware of that, and I’m sorry. I just…” His voice trailed off. He leaned back in his chair, trying to find his words. kaçak bahis “It was for the MRs. I was at work, she and I were sexting and she wanted me to send that picture. Getting excited I did, but wasn’t careful in checking who I sent it to…””Stop lying to me.” This was the first time Lindsay had looked at him during the entire conversation.”Excuse me?””I said stop lying to me.” Malcolm looked at her, still leaned back in his chair. He sat motionless. “I know you were checking me out the first day we met.” Malcolm looked down, face red as a tomato. Shit, he thought. “You were looking at my ass, checking out my legs, and looking at my boobs. Don’t think I didn’t notice!” Her tone was accusatory, but he couldn’t tell if she was angry, teasing, or maybe a combination of both? It was hard to tell.”Lindsay,” Malcolm swallowed. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I just…””Just what?” she mocked. Standing up, Lindsay lifted her shirt over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood in front of Malcolm, slowly running her hands along her stomach and breasts. “Is this what you want?”Malcolm stood, his heart thundering, racing a mile a minute. Pounding against his ribcage like a bird flapping its wings. He could feel his pants getting stiff. “What I want is for you to put your shirt back on.”Lindsay smiled, backing up against the table. She slowly lowered her shorts until she was sitting before him in nothing but her bra and panties. “By the look of things, I’d say this is what you want.” She slowly began to spread her legs, running her fingers down past her panties, rubbing the front of her womanhood. Malcolm felt his pants about to burst, his eyes traveled to where her fingers were playing before he stepped forward. Placing both hands on her thighs, he looked up at her.”Is this what you want too?” Lindsay stopped for a moment, the question somewhat catching her off guard. They were so close. His face in front of hers, boring into each other’s eyes. He could hear her heart thundering and pumping against illegal bahis her chest. She nodded her head. Leaning in, their lips touched, locking in with one another and the flood gates had been opened.What started out as a light peck on the mouth turned into their lips pressing hard against one another. Malcolm’s hands slid up her thighs, his fingers hooking under her panties to slowly bring them down. Lindsay started to furiously unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the ground as she undid his belt. With her panties off, Malcolm’s hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts. His hands circumvented around to her chest, squeezing them, kneading them, squishing them. Quick successive breaths fled from Lindsay’s mouth between kisses as he went to work. Belt undone, Lindsay pulled Malcolm’s pants down in a quick motion, lowering his boxers, his fully erect member bouncing out like a spring.Running her hands up along his shaft, Lindsay began to stroke him, Malcolm buried his face into her shoulder as soon as she began swirling the pre-cum along his tip with her thumbs. Gently biting her shoulder, he kissed his way up to her neck, along her cheek, finally reaching her lips once more. Reaching down, he ran his fingers along her wet warm slit. Lindsay let out a gasp as he slipped a finger inside, he inserted another, slowly stroking her walls. “Put it inside me,” she pleaded while continuing to massage his rod. Malcolm nodded. Lining his hips up with hers on the table, Lindsay held him steady, guiding him like a battering ram to a castle’s gate.Slowly inserting himself into her cavern, they both let out a grunt as Malcolm’s length was fully inside her. “Oh my god,” Lindsay whimpered. “I think you’re bigger than Alex.”Malcolm silenced her with a kiss, running his hands through her hair. “Don’t think of him,” he whispered, “Just be in the moment.” Thrusting forward, he plowed into her again, whimpering moans escaping from her mouth. He drove into her slowly, building his rhythm as their bodies slapped together on the kitchen table. He pulled her in closer, he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest. The feeling of being inside another woman excited him, grunting, he picked up his pace.

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