Julia Stirling was still regularly strutting the cat-walks, still in demand even at the advanced age of thirty seven. At one time she had been an internationally renowned supermodel but her earlier notoriety had been overtaken by younger and more way out women. Not that Julia was concerned for she was now very comfortably off and boss of her own agency, although thanks mainly to a 'silent' and rich guarantor.
At 6ft tall in her stocking feet and with a shapely UK size 12 body she could still pick and choose her appearances but on this particular day she was not working. Having been swept in quiet luxury to a large stately home somewhere south of London, Julia was now taking tea with her elder sister Jennifer.
"I hear she's clinically depressed?"
"Apparently, although I haven't met the psychiatrist. Anyway Annabelle is now in hospital after trying to commit suicide. Her maid thankfully discovered Belle before she could bleed to death."
"What had she done?"
"Cut both her wrists. The maid found Belle in the bath."
"Oh that's dreadful...but how is Alex coping?"
Julia had good reason for asking. She had secretly loved her nephew Alex for many years and they had even enjoyed a brief but secretive affair shortly before he had married Annabelle. Alex's mother merely shrugged expressively before replying.
"I think it's only the continuous pressure of work which keeps my boy sane."
Jennifer was (to the surprise of their parents) fifteen years older than her supermodel sister and the short affair between aunt and nephew had taken place much earlier, in fact when Julia was twenty five and Alex was still a naive eighteen year old.
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Now back in London Julia answered her mobile phone. It was Alex and he was straight to the point, as usual.
"Can we bring forward our next meeting?"
"Of course."
However she was super-tuned to his voice patterns and could immediately detect the hurt under which he was labouring.
"Tonight at your place, if that's convenient?"
"Okay, I'll get food sent in."
Alex then shouted for Jilly who arrived in his office with an angry face.
"Use the intercom Alex, for heavens sake. That's what it's for."
He smiled apologetically at his PA knowing he was in the wrong, before speaking.
"Are we finished for the day?"
"If you've signed that last letter then yes."
She appeared to have forgiven him for the moment of thoughtlessness so Alex pushed the document in her direction and rose quickly to his feet.
"Tokyo tomorrow. I'll ring you when I arrive."
"Fine sir. Have a good flight."
But first Alex went up to his empty penthouse apartment where he showered and changed into casual wear. He missed terribly the presence of his wife Annabelle and was actually pleased to eventually exit the place which now, so effortlessly, reminded him of their good times together.
His chauffeur then dropped him off in Docklands, right outside his aunt's property and she buzzed him in. When embracing they appeared pretty much the same height but only because Julia was wearing high heels.
At the age of thirty Alex had taken over as CPO of a global company but was also his aunt's secret financial backer. Hence the reason for this hastily rearranged meeting.
Alex was thrilled as always by that first sensual moment of contact. In fact Julia's body had once upon a time been the subject of his youthful sexual fantasies. He had often masturbated while gazing intently at her picture, at the swell of her ass, at her velvet smooth flanks, and at her perky rose tipped breasts which, incidentally, were now being pressed against his arm.
Over an Italian meal, sent in from a local 2-star Michelin Restaurant, they settled a number of minor matters before Alex came to a previous sticking point.
"Listen Jules, I didn't actually get time to read that last forecast of profits which was biked round to my office but it has completely convinced Jilly, therefore I will go along with her recommendation."
"Then I can start searching for a Beijing office?"
"Yup. You have the green light."
"Good. So with that settled you can open this bottle of champagne in celebration while I get more comfortable."
She disappeared for all of a minute and reappeared in a dressing gown which fell only to mid thigh and on the way down hardly covered her splendid body.
'Nice thighs my darling.'
Mark was awed into this comment, he always forgot how statuesque she could appear, but although flattered Julia would not be diverted.
"Now tell me about Annabelle."
"There's nothing much to tell."
"Come off it sweetie. Just start at the beginning."
He sighed and gave in. Julia was probably the only person in the world, apart from his wife, who could break down his reserve.
"You know that we are now legally separated because she can't cope with my lifestyle, and that was made even worse by her inability to conceive."
"But why try to kill herself?"
"I reckon the feeling of despair has been building up for some time and I'm told suicide is a by product of her clinical depression. In fact she may try again."
"Has the specialist given you any time forecast?"
"Originally he thought six to nine months of treatment but that's all up in the air now."
Julia moved closer and linked an arm in his. Should she offer him a shoulder to cry on? If she did then would he accept? And what might that lead to? But suddenly Julia found that she didn't care one way or the other. The man she had loved for ever was hurting and needed succour.
"How long is it since you've had sex with a woman?"
He took a moment to consider, obviously not having a clue.
"I've no idea, a year, maybe two?"
"Then come to my bed."
She could see the temptation cross his face but it was followed by a determination to control his baser instincts.
"Thanks for the offer but that's not a good idea."
"Listen Alex, don't think of it as a betrayal of your values. Just look upon it as a needy therapy."
Later she led his now unresisting body to her bedroom and lovingly stripped him naked. She then stood over him and slowly removed the dressing gown while Alex watched mesmerised. Julia soon saw his penis twitch when her hands brushed across his chest then become partially erect when she kicked off her panties. But when she finally revealed the famous breasts to his view his organ sprang fully erect.
Julia then simply climbed over him and settled onto his erection. She had been moist and ready ever since his arrival so she effortlessly sank down until he was fully home then sighed with contentment.
How long had she waited for this moment? Now she was free to seek her own pleasure. But no, Julia suddenly remembered her
noble
