Ron went to bed, and I stayed up talking with Uncle Jim for another hour. He was very funny and we talked about the pictures he took of me earlier in the day. He loaded them onto his lap top and we looked at them to see which ones we wanted to submit, which ones needed a little photo shop and which ones needed to be redone completely. It was kind of erotic watching him looking at me in those sexy outfits and poses and knowing that these could be put on a calendar for other men to see as well. I was getting a little turned on by it all and a couple of times, I caught Uncle Jim noticing my nipples getting hard through my night gown. I even noticed that Uncle Jim was getting hard and trying to hide it. Not knowing what else to do, I said it was time for me to go to bed too.
I crawled into the bed next to Ron and heard the heavy steps of Uncle Jim coming down the hall. Ron had turned the bedroom lights off, but there was a full moon and it lit up the room through the two windows. When Uncle Jim walked over to the bed, I could see another reason why the called him “big Jim.” I wasn’t trying to look earlier, but the end of his cock was down below the leg of his boxers. Even in the limited light, I could tell he was at least 12 inches long and he wasn’t even hard.
Uncle Jim crawled into the bed and I told him that I had fun being a model for him. We faced each other talked in hushed tones for a bit and then I noticed his hand on my arm. He was lightly rubbing it. I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept talking. He then massaged my shoulder and soon, his hand went down my side to my waist. His hand felt like it nearly went all the way around me. As we whispered and I ignored his touches, his hand moved to my stomach and I felt him slowly find the buttons to my gown and start to undo them. I felt like I was frozen and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to wake Ron and cause a scene, I didn’t want to embarrass Uncle Jim, and yet, this was both exciting and dangerous. I chose to continue to ignore Uncle Jim’s nervous progress until he got to the last two buttons at the top of my gown. I felt me hold my breath as first one button and then the last was finally released. Uncle Jim then slowly pulled open my gown and moved the top of it over my shoulder. He then pulled back the sheet so that he could see me. I watched him study my breasts before he put his hand on my shoulder again. I was a bit surprised when he moved his hand to the back of my head and smoothly brought my face to his and kissed me. He was very gently and yet purposeful in guiding me. Our kiss went from soft and sweet to passionate as he moved his hand to my breast and explored me. I couldn’t help but hold onto his massive arm. In a moment, Uncle Jim took my hand and guided it down his chest, onto his stomach, and then down to his cock. It was now huge and not even all the way hard yet. My hand seemed to take on a life of its own as it explored the head and the veins and down to his balls. I could feel it grow even larger at the touch of my hand. As I stroked him, I noticed that my fingers barely went all the way around. We kept kissing and then Uncle Jim took his hand to the center of my back and pulled me closer. My breasts were right up against his chest. Jim then pulled my leg over his hips. His tongues explored my mouth as his dick tried to explore a way into me. He was so large that it didn’t go right in, but rather pushed along until I was completely straddling it. I could feel it throbbing against me as if it was breathing on its own. I couldn’t help myself, so I slide my hand down my bottom and felt the head of Uncle Jim’s cock protruding beyond me. If we had been standing, I could have fully sat on the shaft of his cock. I was so wet and turned on, I couldn’t help but moan softly.