My Friend My Cousin Marie Part IV

This is part four of the true to life tale between my cousin Marie and I many years ago when we would travel together from Minnesota to my Bio-Dads (BD) house in Arizona.

Driving along towards BD’s work, we could see the results of the monsoons, the limited green was much greener, cacti had flowered, more animals were out.

We were being put to work today, as it turns out BD’s business needed some monotonous work done with filing, putting little sticker rings on punch holes for files and making sure new charts were ready. BD owned and operated a medical business and we got the pleasure of doing some free labor in exchange for spending money and the freedom to roam.

We arrived and were quickly shuffled off to the back office which had a window overlooking the main floor space where exercises and consultations were done.

Our jobs were explained to us and we quickly got to work on the piles of charts that needed “repair” and the other mountainous piles of papers that needed to be assembled into new charts for new consults.

It was mind numbing work and all we had for entertainment was a one speaker radio with local stations which mostly consisted of mexcian radio hosts and south of the border music. We finally located a station that was playing some of the recent top 100 songs.

We chatted, and whispered about every manner of things, what we wanted to go shopping for, where we might want to go on our next free day, what we might want to happen…when we could next be alone.

After two hours straight of repairing file punch holes, my fingers were raw from peeling stickers and disassembling and reassembling files. I leaned back in my computer chair and closed my eyes, arms above my head, letting my arms rest for a minute before going back to work.

Suddenly I felt a finger in my armpit and this sent me flailing as that was one of my most ticklish spots. I was able to twist fast enough to get Marie’s hand out of my armpit and looked around with revenge on my mind.

I quickly jabbed out and got my hand on her sides, I knew her sides were incredibly sensitive and ticklish. I started to flail my fingers causing her to jolt and flail, but I had her by both sides now, she was shouting and laughing unable to breathe.

Suddenly we heard BD yell out chastising us that this was a business and we needed to keep our voices at appropriate levels.

Knowing better than to bite the hand that feeds us….literally, we quieted down and went back to work.

Another hour gone by and it was Marie’s turn to take a break “My hands are kiiilllling mee” She lamented.

“Well…..just make sure they aren’t tooooo sore…I may have use for them later” I retorted with a grin.

She looked over “Oh really…and what could you possibly want with my hands”, her smile told me she knew exactly what I meant.

I turned and spread my legs, leaning back, letting my short legs ride up my thighs a little “It’s something that lives between these two legs, and has a mind of its own”

She giggled softly, she leaned forward and placed her hand on my leg, I was able to look out the window and see that no one was near enough to notice anything.

I felt her fingers start to walk up my thigh, sliding under my shorts. Inching ever closer to my hardening cock, her fingertips struck gold. Feeling her fingers trace the outline of my cock outside of my boxers brought a soft moan to my lips.

My heart was beating loud enough to be heard down the block I figured, I kept an eye out the window as Marie continued to stroke her fingertips up and down my shaft, feeling it grow down my boxers.

Her fingers disappeared and I looked down to watch her hand shift slightly and suddenly her fingers were reaching under the leg of my boxers. Her warm skin came into contact with the throbbing shaft of my cock, I could feel her thumb rub the precum that was forming around the head as she teased me. I was aching to groan loudly.

As quick as her hand was there, it was gone. BD was at the window…..how did I not see him coming.

Lunch was going to be soon but he had one last patient to work with and then we could head out.

I lowered my head and Marie was quietly laughing at me. She leaned over and whispered “Poor boy….all dripping and nowhere to go….I suppose I could fix that….if you are a good boy and lick me later”

I nodded enthusiastically. She slipped off her chair and started to crawl under the desk, the back of her shorts creased giving me a show down her ass, I could see the top band of her panties, and her ass crack was slightly above them, my eyes were soaking her in as she crawled on all fours.

She turned around and pulled my chair around so my legs were under the desk, it was now I understood her motives.

She reached up and quietly unzipped my shorts, her hand reaching in and fishing inside of my boxer fly. She found her prey.

She pulled my cock out through the fly and pulled me in closer under the desk, I could not see what she was doing but in an instant I was sucking in my breath. I could feel her mouth closing around the head and working down my cock…I was getting a blowjob in my BD’s office under his desk….this was unreal.

I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and flicking across the underside, her hand grasping the base and pushing the shorts down to get more of my cock outside of my shorts.

Her bobbing up and down picked up speed, I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat, suddenly I felt her push and felt her throat tighten around the head and suddenly I felt her mouth closer to my groin than she had gotten before.

It felt markedly different, I suddenly realized I was in her throat, I could hear her sloppy noises under the desk but I didn’t care, this felt insane. She pulled back and the glans of the head pulled against her tonsils, I nearly fell back out of my chair.