Have her "help" you

"Oh, Jennifer," you chide, "you're enjoying this a little too much."

"I can't help it," she giggles, "this is the best bath of my life!"

You don't doubt it. What little you know of this girl, you reckon this isn't a princess running away from her castle scenario.

"I'm glad you think that," you tell her, "because I'm going to need your help for the finish."

She gives you an innocent smile and cheerfully says, "anything I can do for you."

You move your hands under her armpits, and motion for her to scoot over to the other end of the tub with her back leaning against the wall. She complies willingly, and you smile to yourself as you take the opportunity to press your shaft along her crotch while "helping" her move back. You could fuck her whenever you want, she's so ignorant of sex, but that same ignorance prevents you from just taking it yet also inspires you to see how naughty you could make her first.

And with that in mind, you tap on the left side edge of the tub. She cocks her head like a puppy as she doesn't quite get it.

"Rest your foot on here." You say, and she does so. You then point to your other side and tap that edge as well. "And your other foot right here."

She complies, and you make her bend her knees as far up along her body as she could. Until she makes an M-shape with her legs.

"Uncomfortable?" You ask.

"A little," she admits, "but I'm pretty flexible."

"I can tell," you smile reassuringly, "hold up your legs with your hands while I clean them, please?"

"Of course." She nods, and with a hand under each thigh she exposes herself to you in the most **** way.

Still, you did promise to clean her up, and so you start brushing your hands over a leg. Starting with a steady firm grip from the foot, and working your way up while gradually lessening your strength. She shivers and whimpers as you deliver a lighter touch on her inner thigh, which you continue past until your fingertips barely caresses her skin by the time it reaches her crotch. You repeat this a few more times until you hear her moaning, the pleasure she's feeling building up under your careful hands. She gasps in disappointment as you let go of her leg, but you see her grip herself a little tighter once your hands fall on her other leg, and she braces for a renewed **** on her senses. You start your caresses, from the tips of her toes and ending to just before her labia.

She stares at you with what could only be described as wanton lust, her innocence notwithstanding, her body understands the pure sexual pleasure. With a playful grin you give her a light peck on the forehead.

"You're such a good girl," you tell her, "it must have been hard on you to maintain that pose?"

"I-it wasn't," she pants, "it was great!"

"I'm happy to hear that," you say, as you take your gloves off, "and I think you deserve a reward."

"A reward?"

You turn around and drain the tub, while also grabbing the detachable shower head. You look back at her still in the same pose, her entirety being revealed by the water level disappearing. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, you reluctantly move yourself up to her side, guide her to lie on the tub, and rest her head on your lap. She looks up at you, and her eyes widen a little as she realizes her view is dominated by your cock right next to her face. You turn the shower head on and pass it to her.

"Point it at yourself," you instruct her. She does so, and the stream of water falls on her chest. Without skipping a beat, you lather your hands with soap and get to work massaging the chest area, "do you understand now?"

She nods, and with that small movement the stream falls over her breast, an unintended invitation you were more than hoping for. She makes a tiny protest as you place your hand on her breast, but it quickly turns into soft moans as her flesh yields to your skillful fingers. Eventually you see her other hand make its way up to her other breast, and you notice with amusement that her fingers are mimicking your own movements. Then she moves the water stream to her other breast, and you started to slide your hand over when her hand snaps up to hold yours over her previous breast.

You look at her bemusedly, and she gives you a pleading look. You give her a kind nod, and you restart your ministrations on her breast while she plays with the one under the stream. Given that you don't have the water to help tease her skin, you decide to use both hands on the one breast you do have, and she buckles lightly as the new hand focuses entirely on her nipple. Sometimes lightly twisting a nipple between two fingers, sometimes caressing it with all five, you're starting to enjoy yourself as you playfully imagine that you're treating her breast like a pianist performing his heart out. You note that all this time she's been matching your intensity with her hand over her other breast, and soon you see her tense up suddenly then relax.

She rests contentedly on your lap, the shower head rests on her stomach. You give her a soothing massage, your palm kneading her abdomen as your other hand caresses her head. You notice the stream of water continues down along her body, and this give you a wicked idea. Your hand slides slowly down her stomach, and into her crotch, and before she could protest your fingers slide along her pussy lips.

"No," she starts, "that's-"

"The last place for us to clean," you finish for her in a soothing tone, "it's alright. It's part of your reward for being a good girl."

"A good girl..." she repeats, and she turns to her side, curling up against herself. She realizes this makes her face to face with your cock, and she closes her eyes. With that, she focuses on the feeling of your touch on her most sensitive area. Her pussy feels soft to the touch, and you find it fun to press and slide and knead all over as she's completely covered in her own juices. You pry open her clitoral hood and press a fingertip right on top of it, and she gives an "oh" of pleasure, inadvertently making her press her lips against your cock.

You look down at her face, wondering what she'll do with that awkward situation, then to your surprise she doesn't move away and instead moans into you. You continue to play with her pussy, and she continue to kiss your shaft as she uses your skin to stifle her moans. You start to hook your finger into her opening, and you make it about a centimeter or two inside before the resistance almost threaten to crush your bones. She squeezes her legs together and her moans grow more powerful, and you realize that she must truly be a virgin. You hastily take your finger out and focus on her clitoris instead, making her tense up even more and she climaxes for a second time.

You take the time to caress her pussy one final time before letting your hand make its way back up and over her breasts, giving each one more squeeze. Her body responds to your touch, but her head still rests on your lap.

"Hey," you call her attention, "let's get out of the bath."

"Mmm..." She murmurs lazily. She's completely out of it, you realize. And a guilt swells up in your mind as you look at her resting face: She's been on the road for who knows how long, and on top of what you two just did her last reserves of energy must have emptied. Luckily, your energy isn't lacking, and you carefully lift her from the bath and into your bedroom. You dry her with a towel first before placing her on your bed, and take the time to admire her naked body as you dry yourself.

You gaze at the sleeping girl next to you, and you start making plans on how to make her yours more permanently.

You get as far as contemplating buying a collar and a leash before sleep takes you.