The first thing I'd do is give you a sponge bath. I'd slowly undress you before letting you get into the water. I'd lift your nightgown over your head, letting my hands slowly brush their way up your body, caressing your sides and running over your breasts as they did so. Next, I'd stand in front of you and reach around to your back to unhook your bra. Of course, I'd have to press my face between your beautiful, small breasts as I did so, letting my tongue lightly graze up and down your cleavage. As the clasp opened, I'd drag my hands along your skin, lifting your bra off of you, but not until my fingers had completely grazed across your breasts and my fingertips had teased your already stiff nipples.
Once your bra was removed, I'd drop to my knees in front of you, inhaling the musky scent of your sex. Softly, I'd slip my fingers inside the waistband of your panties and steadily pull it down. My eyes would be locked on your crotch as I watched your succulent pussy slowly become exposed. As I reached down to pull your panties completely away from you, I'd raise my head so that the tip of my nose ran along your tender thigh, then lightly brushed the tip of your hard, exposed clit.
Now that you are completely undressed, I'd guide you into the bathroom, where a warm, bubble bath awaited you. As you slowly sank into the water, I'd sit on the edge, my thick erection clearly straining against the seam of my boxers. I'd slide my hand into the bathing glove I bought just for this occasion and dip it into the soapy water. I begin by softly caressing the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders, massaging you with the smooth, wet glove in the warm, relaxing water. You lean slightly forward so that my hands slides lower down your back, rubbing along your spine and down the sides of your back, then reaching even lower to caress the top of your ass, letting my index finger lightly tease the beginning of your sensitive crack.
I bring my hand back up to the tops of your shoulders and softly stroke them again, rubbing the soapy water deep into your pores. Steadily, my hand reaches down the front of your chest, lightly caressing your throat, then dipping lower to begin rubbing along the tops of your breasts. I slide my hand back and forth across the tops of your breasts, not daring to reach down yet, but instead listening to the soft moans that escape you and watching as your nipples harden even more, until their tips jut out of the water.