It's Carl

An elderly black gentleman, a few years younger than Mr. Goreman. He's mostly bald with a half-ring of kinky white hair around his head. He peers at you through spectacles that make his eyes seem huge. He seems surprised that a pretty young lady like you opened the door, but a smile quickly spreads across his face.

"Well hello there," he says. "I'm Carl Washington. I must have the wrong room. I was looking for a crabby old cracker named Mr. Goreman, not a fine young lady. And it looks like I interrupted you in the shower."

You blush and step back. "Come in, Carl. My name is, um, Jayne. I'm Mr. Goreman's niece."

"G is your uncle?" Carl looks you up and down and steps into the room. He's wearing a bathrobe over a pair of powder blue pajamas. He has a brown paper bag folded up and tucked under his arm. "Aren't you a little young to be his niece?"

"Grand-niece," you correct, "but we're very close. I call him uncle."

You close and lock the door, walking past Carl into the room. Spying the towel you were using on your hair laying on the bed you smile devilishly and cross the room to the bed, your back to Carl. You bend at the waist, leaning forward across the bed, stretching out for the towel, totally aware that as you do the towel wrapped around your body ripes up, revealing first the backs of your thighs, the bottom curve of your ass, and a dim hint of your pouting pussy crushed between your legs. You hear Carl groan with surprise at the sight. Satisfied, you scoop up the towel from the bed and turn back to him.

"My uncle is indisposed," you say. "Might be occupied for a while. I'm so lonely waiting on him though...do you want to hang out with me until he's done in the bathroom?"

"Uh, sure, okay," Carl says and sits down in the chair opposite the bed. "I got to warn you though, you better get some clothes on, girl. Your uncle will be mad as heck he catches me talking to you lookin' like that."

"Oh, no," you grab the edge of the towel and begin to pull, eyes locked on Carl, watching him watch you, "he's just fine with me looking like this. In fact..."

You open the robe slowly, revealing the side of your breast, the soft, blonde strip of your pubic hair, your swollen pussy, your flat stomach, and finally, opened all the way, your naked body.

"...my uncle prefers me in the buff."

You let the towel drop and you pose, sliding your hands up your stomach and cupping your big breasts. Carl's eyes look like they're going to bug out of his head. You can see a big tent in his pajamas beneath his robe. He's obviously interested and probably taking what's in the brown paper bag.

You cross the room slowly and sensually, rolling your hips, letting Carl take in your voluptuous, teenage body in all its firmness and softness. You rest your hands on his knees, stroking a hand across his fuzzy head. He peers up at your breasts. He looks like he wants to reach up and grab them.

"I think we should have a little fun while my uncle is occupied," you say. "Got any ideas about what sort of fun we could have?"

You lean down so your tits are practically in his face.