Julia Visits

Burton knew he had made a mess of his marriage and he was not prepared to make another mess with his son. He finally relented and then became very supportive.

I may have given a rather negative view of Burton; if I have I will now point out one positive about him; he was not parsimonious and did not use his money to blackmail his son. He paid all the costs involved in the course Noel was to take, and made him a liberal allowance.

I cannot say that Burton's motive was entirely altruistic. He was a proud man and very aware of his public image. If it was learned that his son was struggling through on a pittance then that image might be tarnished. But to give him his due, when Noel had finished his course, and been offered a position at a winery in nearby Barossa Valley, it was Burton who stumped up for the cottage.

While still engaged in his studies Noel had found sexual relief with a couple of girls who were also taking courses at the college. Once he moved into the cottage, and being a very good looking young man with a warm personality, he came to the attention of an older woman whose husband had left her.

She soon had Noel in her bed but she was something of a psychic, or so she claimed. After experiencing Noel's bedtime performance a few times she said he was not really with her; his true love was elsewhere; that until he was united with that love he would remain unfulfilled, but it was a dangerous love.

I don't think she was telling Noel anything he didn't know already, and if I might give a personal opinion I think the lady's pronouncements had little to do with psychic ability and more to do with a slightly more acute observation of people than is usually the case.

She may have been right about Noel not being with her but that did not mean she sent him on his way. Noel had inherited another of his mother's characteristics; a powerful sex drive, and the lady retained his services for some time.

The relationship had come to an end only a few weeks before Julia came for her visit. What ended it was a decision by the lady and her husband to "Try again."

And so Noel found himself temporarily at a sexually loose end. While awaiting the advent of a new lady in his life he had to resort to hand relief to keep his emotions in check. Having experienced the favours of the older lady he now had a taste for that sort of woman and so he was looking around for an available not too old widow or divorcee.

I must now return to Julia and Noel in the cottage on the first Saturday of her visit.

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It is often the case that even when a very unsatisfactory relationship breaks up, there is some sense of loss. There is some relief, but with it a sense of failure. So it was for Julia.

Tearfully she said, "Its such a waste...such a waste, if only...if only..." but she didn't seem to know what the "if only" might have been.

It had been her who had left the family home, and Noel asked, "How did father take it?"

"I think he was relieved," Julia replied. "You were right; it's been coming for a long time. I'm forty one now, and I couldn't go on wasting my life in a relationship that hadn't been going anywhere for years. I knew, and I think you knew, that he's been having affairs, but he never brought the women to the house."

She smiled wanly and said, "He can bring as many as he likes there now."

Noel had known about his father and the women, and it was on the tip of his tongue to ask if Julia had taken any lovers, but he couldn't bring himself to probe.

"What are you going to do then?" he asked, "Where will you live, how will you manage?"

That question brought on a paroxysm of weeping. "That's what really hurt," she sobbed. "He's given me such a generous payout. It wouldn't have hurt nearly as much if he'd made me fight for every cent. I know it sounds silly, but I think he still loves me in his odd way."

"Mmm," Noel said, "It's just one of those tragic situations when two personalities can't get along with each other. Do you still love him?"

"I don't know darling; perhaps in a way I still do, but I had to finish it."

"Where are you living?" Noel asked.

"Oh, I'm renting a flat at the moment."

They were sitting on opposite sides of the table and Julia stretched out her arms across it and Noel took her hands in his. Her hands were small and they felt cool and gripped his firmly.

"I'm going to try and find something I can do with the rest of my life," she said quietly, and then smiled faintly and went on, "I don't have much in the way of qualifications do I? I trained as a model and haven't worked in the business for years; I'm a failed wife and probably a less than adequate mother."

"You've been a more than adequate mother," Noel said.

"It's sweet of you to say so darling, even if it isn't true."

"But it is true."

"Then that makes it all the sweeter, my love."

She sighed and withdrew her hands from his.

They sat in silence for a while and then Noel said, "I've booked a table at The Grapes of Wrath for dinner this evening, but..."

"The what?" Julia asked.

"The Grapes of Wrath," it's a restaurant; we do have them here you know."

"How did it get a name like that?"

"Ah, the owner, Sergei, he once saw a film with that name so he thought it would be good for a restaurant in a grape growing region."

"Sergei, is he Russian?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?"

"Well, his great grandparents came here from Russia in the early part of the twentieth century. His real name is Fred, but he thinks Sergei sounds better for a restaurant proprietor. He also uses a phoney Russian accent. God know what he'll do if he ever gets a real Russian client, he doesn't speak a word of the language."

"I'll look forward to meeting Sergei," Julia said, "but what are we going to do in the meantime?"

"I thought lunch and then you might like a rest, you've had an early start."

Julia laughed, "I don't think I need a rest, so how about you showing me around the place?"

"You mean Sandy Creek?"

"Yes."

Noel laughed in his turn and said, "That'll take us about five minutes, but we could go down the road, there's a trail that starts there and leads into the Sandy Creek Conservation Park."

"That sound fine; but now before lunch I'd like to put my things away and change."

"If we're going to the conservation park I'd better change myself," Noel replied.

Julia stood and as Noel rose she came to him and put her arms round his neck and said, "Thank you darling."

"What for?"

"For having me here, for listening and...and for being my son."

Her body strained against his. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. Noel thought he felt her tongue flick over his lips; he put his arms round her waist and pulled her even more tightly to him. Her pubis seemed to move over his hardening penis and they kissed again.

Julia broke from the embrace and saying, "I'll go and change now," she went to her

bedroom.

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She left Noel standing there breathing heavily, his heart racing and feeling as if something was stuck in his throat.

He slumped down onto a chair trying to regain some equilibrium.

Had it been any other woman Noel believed that what they had just done would be a precursor to sex. He wondered if Julia knew what she was doing to him.

As he calmed he thought of his camera. About six months back he'd started to take an interest in photography and had bought himself an expensive camera. He had no photographs of Julia, so he thought that he would use the opportunity of her visit to take a few.

He went to his room and changed into shorts and shirt that he thought appropriate for their walk, then taking his camera he went into the lounge and sat waiting for Julia.

He heard faint sounds of drawers and the wardrobe doors being opened and closed. Julia was in fact occupying what was normally Noel's room. It had a large double bed which he thought he ought to let her have, so he had removed most of his things into the room with a single bed.

As he sat in the lounge he looked across at the divan and grinned. His recent older lady had been very fond of that piece of furniture. She had often reclined on it while he took photos of her.

Hidden away in a drawer he had several pictures of her, naked, and in provocative poses. Suddenly it hit him; in moving his things from his bedroom he had not included the photographs. Suppose Julia found them! He offered a silent prayer that she would not use that drawer.

When Julia emerged from the bedroom Noel sat staring at her for a few moments. She was wearing what he could only think of as designer ragged shorts that showed a large expanse of shapely leg. The T-Shirt she was wearing clearly indicated that she had no bras on, and her breasts stirred voluptuously with every movement she made. Her nipples were plainly visible as they pressed against the cloth of the shirt.

Noel's partial recovery from their previous encounter was wiped out in a flash. His erection pressed against the cloth of his shorts and there was nothing he could do to hide it.

In the past he had seen Julia wearing bikinis and even her underwear, but given his mood at that moment he thought he had never seen her look sexier.

Julia looked at the camera and said, "That looks like a good one, I didn't know you'd taken up photography."

"Oh, I bought it some months back. I thought I'd take it with us and get a few pictures of you, I haven't got any."

Julia didn't pursue the matter and instead asked, "Is it time for lunch?"

"Noel glanced at his watch and said, "Yes."

"Good, I'm starving."

"We'll eat at the pub," Noel said.

They walked round to the pub and entered a shady room at the rear. There were several groups of people already present; people using Saturday afternoon to tour The Barossa.

Propped up on the small bar was a blackboard and written in chalk was the menu.

Noel ordered drinks for them, and Julia opted for a ham salad and Noel for fish, chips and salad.

As always Julia drew the attention of people, and now the three men present kept glancing surreptitiously at her while their dowdy wives in their turn looked angrily at their neglectful husbands.

Noel had always been ambivalent about the attention Julia drew. He was proud that his mother was so attractive, but at times he was embarrassed by the salacious attention she got. He recalled how while still at high school, if he brought home any male friends they would spend their time making sure they were always within sight of Julia, and were clearly lusting for her.

From her behaviour it always seemed that Julia was oblivious of the attention she got, and always when with Noel she had focused on him.

After lunch they walked the couple of kilometres to the start of the trail and entered the conservation park. Most of it consisted of bushes and low vegetation, but as they reached its outskirts this gave way to some tall gum trees.

Julia said, "You wanted some photographs of me, so why not take a couple of me standing by that ghost gum?"

"Good idea," Noel agreed.

Julia went to the tree and raising one arm she placed her hand on it. She moved her left leg forward with the knee slightly bent while her right leg remained straight.

The act of raising her arm gave further uplift to her already well uplifted breasts as they strained against the cloth of her shirt.

Poor Noel, he had hardly recovered from one bout of sexual arousal when he was flung into yet another. He felt as if he wanted her as he'd never wanted a woman before, but as he couldn't have her he desperately wanted to masturbate.

He pressed the button and the camera whirred. Julia took up a position that looked as if she was making love with the tree; her lower abdomen pressed against it while her upper body was held away from it as she gazed seductively at the camera, her tongue protruding slightly between her lips.

Whirr; Noel took the picture.

"That do for the time being?" she asked.

"Y-yes, f-fine."

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They walked back to the cottage and Julia asked, "What time did you book the table for?"

"Seven thirty."

"We've got plenty of time then, so I think I'd like to have a rest now and then a shower. Do we have to dress formally?"

Noel laughed, "No, I'll just be wearing trousers and shirt."

Julia left him and went to her room. Taking advantage of her absence Noel went to his room and stripping lay on the bed and masturbated. After he cleaned himself with some tissues he lay back on the bed and dozed off.

He was awakened some time later by the sounds coming from the bathroom. It was right next to his room and the indications were that Julia was having a shower.

He rose quickly, and still naked slipped across to the room she was occupying. He went to the drawer with the photographs in it. It contained some of Julia's underwear but no photos.

Thinking he might have been mistaken about which drawer he had put them in he hunted through the other drawers, but they were not there. There were only two possibilities; he had put them in some other place he had forgotten, or Julia had found and removed them. He didn't relish the idea of Julia seeing them.

He did not dare risk a further search of the room, so he went back to his own room and lay on the bed again.

He thought about the photos. She had been very willing to explore the possibilities of their sexual unions, and had posed for him frequently.

He recalled how she loved to draw his head between her large breasts and tease his lips with a nipple until he sucked on it. She would hold his head to her and whimper as his fingers searched her vagina and clitoris.

She had particularly enjoyed the sixty nine position, and as Noel had lapped up her love juice she had relished tasting his sperm. Yet despite the frequent sexual athletics they had engaged in, neither of them was really content. Noel languished for Julia, and although she never said so, Noel suspected that the lover she wanted was her husband.

"Well," he thought gloomily, "she's got her husband but I haven't got Julia."

She had finished her shower and Noel went to take his. Under the warm water he visualised Julia who had stood their naked just a few minutes ago. That image of her caused him to masturbate again, his sperm splashing against the tiles of the shower wall.

His masturbating might have temporarily relieved his urgent sexual hunger, but it left him still low-spirited and wondering how he was going to cope over the following days.

He pulled on a pair of dark blue slacks and a white shirt and went in search of Julia. She hadn't yet emerged from her room so he sat waiting for her in the lounge. When she appeared she was wearing a white, knee length dress trimmed with dark blue.

The hem line may have been perfectly respectable but the same could not be said of the neckline, or more accurately, the breast line. It began just above her nipples and then plunged down between her breasts in a vee shape, displaying a deep cleavage. Once more it was obvious that her breasts were unrestrained.

Noel felt his heart starting to race and despite having masturbated twice he got another erection.

Calmly Julia looked at him and asked, "Will I do?"

Noel was jerked out of his trance, "Er...what?"

"Will-I-do-like-this?" Julia said patiently as if talking to a moron.

"I...I...er...yes...er...very...er...you look..." he almost said sexy, but instead said, "lovely."

"You won't be ashamed to be seen with me then?"

"Ner...ner-no. I...I've never ber-been asha...you always ler-look...er..."

Julia put him out of his agony saying, "That's all right then. Do we leave now?"

"Er...ah...yes...no...I mean...yes."

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They drove to one of The Valley towns and pulled into the parking area behind The Grapes of Wrath. Inside they were met by Sergei a short plump middle aged man who was dressed as a Cossack – or what he imagined was Cossack.

"Ah, Noel my dear friend, welcome, your table is ready and all is as you ordered."

He looked keenly at Julia and said, "But who is this lovely lady you bring to honour my restaurant. Did you not say you were to dine with your mother?"

Noel began to say, "This is..."

"Julia Burton," Julia cut in quickly, extending her hand; "His mother couldn't come; I'm a friend of the family so she asked me to visit Noel just to see how he's settled in."

Sergei took her hand it in his and held on for a just a little longer than was necessary for a handshake.

"And you are staying with Noel?"

"Yes, just for a couple of weeks."

A knowing gleam came into Sergei's eyes and saying, "Your table is this way," he led them to a secluded and dimly lit corner of the restaurant. In the centre of the table was a red rose in a tall slender glass, and on either side candles.

Sergei pulled out Julia's chair and helped her sit. With a flourish he lit the two candles and stood back looking at the table setting admiringly.

"It is very romantic, is it not? He turned away, snapped his fingers and called out, "Ivan Ivanovich."

A tall, thin man also wearing Cossack garb came hurrying to the table carrying a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses in an ice bucket. He put the bucket on a stand beside the table and then proceeded to uncork the bottle. The cork gave a loud pop and hurtled towards the ceiling, eventually landing some distance away; Sergei looked at Ivan sternly and gave a flicking motion of dismissal with his hand and the Ivan galloped off.

Sergei gave a slight bow and said, "Pyotr Stepanovich is your waiter for the evening, he will be with you shortly." He gave another bow, and then waddled off.

"What a performance," Julia laughed.

"Yes," Noel said, "and don't be fooled by the names. Ivan is really Ian McCulloch and Pyotr is Shamus O'Leary."

As Noel poured the champagne Julia, indicating the rose and candles asked, "Did you really order all this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? And by the way, why the hell did you introduce yourself as Julia Burton?"

"I thought it was rather clever of me darling, using your father's given name as my family name."

"Yes, but why did you do it?"

Julia gestured again at the rose, candles and champagne and said, "Perhaps I've got my own idea of a romantic evening."

"You know what Sergei and the others will be thinking, don't you?"

"Yes, isn't it lovely?"

"Sergei won't swallow that friend of the family bit."

"Of course he wont darling, he'll think I'm an older woman you've picked up and whom you hope to take to your bed tonight."

"Yes, so why did you do it."

Julia looked at him coquettishly and said, "Perhaps that's what I wanted him to think."

"You know we'll have to keep up the Julia Burton fiction all the time you're here, don't you? Sergei knows all sorts of people in The Barossa and word will get around that I've got myself a woman."

"Do you mind?"

"Well...but suppose I slip up and call you mother?"

Julia gave a silvery laugh and said, "Then you'll just have to make sure you don't."

Julia raised her glass to Noel and said, "Here's to a lovely fortnight together."

"To a lovely fortnight," Noel responded doubtfully, wondering how he was going to cope with Julia's increasingly enticing manner.

Pyotr arrived to take their order, and stared fixedly at Julia's breasts, so they had to repeat their order he was so distracted.

More people began to arrive, and despite the seclusion and dimness of their corner the men soon spotted Julia and the covert stares began.

A couple of Noel's colleagues came in, and seeing Noel and Julia they came over and had to be introduced. It had to be Julia Burton of course.