You might as well do the rest of her

"There," you say, "hair's finished."

"Thanks again," Jennifer smiles, "it was nice."

She moves for the bar of soap again, but you startle her by moving with her. She looks at you quizzically. You grin and with your other hand you hold up a pair of exfoliating bath gloves.

"You've been on the road," you tell her, "and all that dirt's stuck on your body. I'll get it out for you."

"I can do it myself!" She says, embarrassed, as you put the gloves on.

"Of course you can," you soothe her, "but since we're in here together then we'll do it together."

It's not the soundest of logic, you admit to yourself, but she seems to accept it and nods.

"Let's start from the top and work our way down," you suggest, "whenever you're ready."

You watch as she moves further away to a kneeling position, her torso rising above the water, giving you a clear view of both her back and butt. You see how thin and frail her body really is, a stark contrast to her tits, the sides of which you could still see from behind. She lathers up and you sit up straighter yourself as your cock hardens to full mast. She glides her hands over her arms, and you regret that she's facing away as she starts working on her breasts. That regret intensifies once you realize you already have your bath gloves on and you can't really jerk off as you watch her lather her crotch and butt.

Your patience is rewarded however, when she finishes and carefully moves back to your lap, and you realize she's now lowered herself straddling you and you move your cock in a way that makes it rest between her butt cheeks.

"Please." She whispers softly.

You place a palm under her chin making her lean back with her facing the ceiling, and her eyes widen as she realizes that the entire ceiling is composed of mirrors meaning she's now watching herself be handled by your hands. You gently start on her neck, starting from her nape, massaging the sides, and finishing with a soft touch over her throat. She stiffens as you finish by placing a hold on her neck, grasping her firmly but not to the point of **** her.

"I'm going to need you to stay still," you tell her, "this might hurt a bit."

Without even waiting for her to respond, you start scrubbing her shoulders with some ****. She winces a little as you make your way down an arm, and she lifts her arm up obediently when you order her to raise it so you can finish the task by scrubbing all the way from her palm to her armpit. Instead of doing the other arm you simply decide to continue your way down her side, brushing your fingertips at the side of her breast as often as you feel you could get away with. She giggles and flinches dramatically whenever you press firmly with your fingers. Your poor cock finds itself serviced by an impromptu buttjob as she squirms over you.

"It tickles," she says pleadingly in between giggles, propping herself up on the side of the tub with her free hand, "don't go so hard."

"You're a dirty girl," you tell her, barely stifling a laugh from both of your innuendo, "I need to go hard on you."

With that, you finish up on one side and continue with the other. Her giggles and reactions only increased, and by the time you finished on that side she was holding the edges of the tub, leaning forwards, visibly gasping for air. Your congratulate yourself for having the foresight to put achoke hold over her as you reckon this prevented her from leaping over the side of the tub, or at the very least, stopped her from crushing your cock from her weight. You grin as you realize that she's a very sensitive young woman.

"I'll do your back next," you tell her, "just stay in that position. It makes things easier."

"Okay," she says, her voice still sounding tired. She glances at the water and calls your attention to it, "wow. Uh, I guess I was dirtier than I thought."

You look at the water and see a fair amount of grime building up on the surface, you comfort her saying it's alright as you rub your hands over her back. Massaging her shoulder blades and working your way down the sides her spine like a professional masseur. As you make your way to her lower back, she reflexively lifts her butt out of the water, presenting you with a perfect view of her pussy and asshole. With an invitation like that, you couldn't stop yourself even if you wanted to, you grab a handful of flesh and massage it in circles rhythmically.

She moans at this, and her legs quiver as you forego the pretense of cleaning and just go straight to massaging both butt cheeks.

"Sir," she pleads in between moans, "what are you doing to me?"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" You ask her.

"Yes," she breathes out haggardly, "this is my first time taking a bath like this."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes!"

"I'm glad you do," you tell her, "because we're just halfway done."

"There's more?" she asks you.

"Of course," you reply, "turn around. We need to do your front, too."

"W-wait," she stammers as her embarrassment comes back with a vengeance, "I can do the front myself, after all."

"I know you do," you assure her, "but I want to do it for you, because you feel good when I do it. Will you let me?"

She considers it for a few moments, while you wonder if you played your hand a little too strongly. But ultimately she nods and turns around, giving you another clear view of her perky breasts. Her nipples rock hard and seemingly pointed right at your face, as if begging to be suckled. You pry your eyes away from them and follow her body down, taking in her thin waist that leads to curvy hips, her pussy hidden from view again under the water, but you move your eyes up in the middle and see a flat stomach and you make your way up to rest your eyes at her blushing face.

You hold her by the hips, and slide your hands up with your thumbs pressing down her front. She gets ticklish again and bucks up and down, and you have a momentary panic attack as you slide yourself a little away. You want to fuck her, sure, but it wouldn't do to fuck her by accident.

"Hey!" You shout, calling her attention, "You have to be more careful, Jennifer!"

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, "I can't help it. I'm just so ticklish."