Join her in the bath, after all you got wet too didn't you?

"That rain's pouring, isn't it?" You say as you take your shirt off, "I'm glad I got you out of there."

"Mmhmm," she mumbles, still guarded.

You finish undressing completely, and take a moment to admire yourself in front of the full length mirror. You take care of yourself, while not completely willing to undergo the strict diet to have rock hard abs you keep to a workout schedule that gives you your toned body. You take a moment to strike a pose, and turn your attention back to Jennifer, who's now opened her eyes and is staring at you with open shock. You smile at her comfortingly, as you put a leg over after another and lower yourself into the tub opposite her. It's a fairly spacious tub and can fit two quite comfortably.

With her legs tightly pressed together, your own legs naturally spread around them, giving her a clear view of your hardening cock which she gazes at as if mesmerized.

"Your first time seeing one?" You ask lightly.

"Yes," she admits_, "_I've never been naked with anyone other than my mother."

"You've never had a boyfriend?" You ask.

"No," she shakes her head, "my parents didn't let me meet with other people."

You raise an eyebrow at that.

"What about school?"

"I didn't attend," she says, "Mother taught me. Father always says a woman doesn't need to be educated because all she needs is to become a good wife."

Huh, you think, that explains some of the timidity at least.

"And yet you I found you soaking wet outside my home," you say, "so that didn't stick."

"That's..." she chuckles softly, "that's true."

She starts taking some of the soapy water and washes her face and hair with it, and you cluck your tongue.

"Come here and sit on my lap," you tell her, "let me wash you properly."

She looks at you questioningly, but stands up and inadvertently giving you an eye level view of her pussy. You make an amused note of how she's an innie, and how her faint pubic hair tells you that the carpet matches the drapes. She turns around and starts to lower herself but gasps a little as you move your hands on her hips to guide her away from your cock and onto your lap. You start massaging shampoo on her hair and she purrs comfortably.

"You like that?" You whisper to her ear. She mumbles an affirmative and you feel her relax more on top of you. "Your hair's beautiful and you should take care of it."

"Mother tells me that too," she giggles, "thank you for saying so."

You spend a few minutes massaging her scalp, and you she practically melts on you as you do so. You eventually rinse the suds out of her hair, after which, you look down on her and she looks back at you with clear appreciation on her face.