I've gotten it. You know that old saying, "Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it"? Well, I've got it. And I'm ecstatic about it. I have the power to stop time, and now I can do all of the things that I've wanted to do. I'm a bit of a nakedness freak. I love to see women's naked bodies. But I do have my limitations. I promised myself never to look at anyone I work with. It would just make it too weird. I'd see them and know that I could see all of them if I wanted to at any time. And that would just succeed in making me feel like I was violating them. I consider these people friends and I just couldn't do it to them, to perfect strangers, that's a whole different story. And women that I feel have treated me badly, they are a different story all together too. Take Jennifer for instance. She was someone I thought I could really fall for. in fact, I did. But she decided to take advantage of me, so with my new found powers, I decided to take advantage of her.

I followed her to work. Jennifer's a manager at a shoe store that I would never shop in. But I just followed her inside quietly until I thought she was really into working and not distracted by me. She had on what I like to call a power suit. She wore a black blazer over a white silk blouse. She rolled her coat sleeves up just a bit so the white would show. She wore her green silky materialized slacks and tucked the ends of them into her long black boots. She is really a looker and I guess that's what prompted me to her. I've been hooked ever since. She was wearing her glasses that day, I guess her contacts were bothering her. But they made her look important, smart. She looked like someone that if I didn't know her, would never be able to imagine being naked. She just looked too powerful. That's the beauty of this power. I can really feel like everyone is equal because I can see them the way they originally came into this world. Sans anything. No jewelry, no glasses, no tight fitting jeans. Nothing.

I sat outside the shop on one of the mall benches facing her. She was in front dealing with some young girl handing her a bunch of shoe boxes. In a way, I almost felt sorry for her. She didn't have to deal with all this stuff now, not if she had what I had. But she doesn't. She stood up straight and tilted her head back a bit so that it rested on the wall behind her and closed her eyes. That was the position I wanted. I snapped my fingers and the constantly echoing sounds of footsteps and children screaming for another quarter for the gumball machines stopped. It still takes me awhile to get used to the sudden silence that occurs every time I "snap". It's as if someone just yanked your earphones off your head when you've been blasting The Beatles into them for a long time. I sat up and stretched and nearly hit a man next to me who was smoking a cigarette. The smoke had just left his lips and hung there like the clouds in the sky. I took the cigarette out of his hand and snuffed it out in the ashtray behind me. I hated cigarette smoke. This was one of the many advantages of being able to "snap". The air doesn't move so nothing can filter in with it. No polluted air from diesel fueled Mercedes. Just clean fresh air.

I started walking toward Payless listening to my sneakers squeaking across the newly waxed floors. I brushed past an old Mexican woman who was in the middle of yelling at a little boy. I tapped her on the forehead and let out a little laugh. Normally I would have done something to her because I hate it when people yell at their kids in public. I probably would've put a wad of paper in her gaping mouth, but my agenda was Jennifer.

I finally got to the counter and got a close look at her face. Her left hand was about to go to her hair to brush it back, I supposed, but I "snapped" so that it looked like she was extending her hand to me like a handshake. I shook it and said, "Hello to you too, Jennifer" to her slack face. "It's good that I caught you here at this time and place." I went around the counter and realized that it was a little cramped to do anything here, so I had to lean her against me and dragged her with her heels combing the floor. I didn't want to do anything right there anyway. Even though no one could see me doing this. I still felt weird if anyone was in sight. Or even frozen facing in my direction. So I dragged Jennifer along the tiled floor of the mall looking for a nice little opening where I could get a good look at her. The heels of her boots made this rumbling sound as I dragged her. Luckily for me she was pretty light so she wasn't much work. I realized that taking her boots off would've made it easier for me, but I really wanted to keep myself in suspense and not see any part of her until we were alone. I finally got down to the other end of the mall across from the coffee cart. The floor was carpeted and the place was empty and spacious. No one was really ready to have their coffee at eleven in the morning, most people were at work. I dragged Jennifer to the far end and leaned her against the wall just as she had been at Payless. I sat down Indian style on the floor next to her and took a breather. Light or not, she was a pretty heavy thing to be dragging halfway across the mall. When I caught my breath, I got to work.

I rearranged her so that she looked like she was standing at attention so I could get her away from the wall. I moved her arms so that they were close to her sides, but weren't touching them. It took a little while because I wanted her to keep her head leaning back like it but I didn't want her to look awkward. I stood back and looked at her. She was stunning all right. Just stunning. I wanted to see what her feet looked like (I've got a fetish for feet) so I lay her down on the floor and pulled her boots off. She wasn't wearing nylons like I thought she might. But she had on white tubes socks, similar to the ones I had on. I was happy about that because if she had on those nylons that went all the way up, I'd have to take her pants off and I wanted to see her barefooted first before I saw the rest of her. I reached up her left pant leg and peeled the sock off her leg. She wasn't wearing any nail polish which made my member stand at attention. Don't ask me why that happens. It just does. I reached up her other leg and took off her other sock. Her feet were somewhat pale and bare. I brushed the bottom of her feet with my fingertips in an attempt to tickle her. I wonder if when I started time, if she'd feel it? I took out the container of Wet Wipes out of my backpack and wiped her feet clean. I did this so that I could suck on her right big toe. I sucked it for a little while, three times, and left a little trail of my saliva on it. I went to her face and thought it would be more fun if her eyes were open for all this. So I took off her glasses and opened each of her eyelids and realized that I opened them too far. She looked like Marty Feldman with her eyes bulging out like that. I fiddled with them for a while until she had the look I wanted, that sated, almost starry eyed look just as if she had just experience the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced. Just her look alone made me want to whale on my bone, but I kept myself in check. I put her arms straight above her head so that I could get her coat off. I threw it over with her socks and boots in the corner. I started fumbling with her blouse as I undid her buttons on by one. For some reason, I can never get myself to relax when I take shirts off women. I got down to the last button, put her arms so that they were straight out by her sides, as if her body was making a "T" shape, and spread the two sides of her blouse apart. Her breasts inside her white bra looked full and round. They never looked like that through her shirts. I decided to leave her shirt partly on and her bra on while I pulled her pants completely off. She was wearing white panties just as lacy and flowery as her bra. They were probably a set. By this time, my member was throbbing and begging to be let out. So I took this time to remove all my clothes, all the while staring at Jennifer's lovely sated look. When I was completely naked, I straddled her so that I was nearly sitting on top of her stomach and undid the button in the middle of her bra. It was a surprise to me that her tits didn't pop out like tits usually do, but I guess most of the laws of physics don't apply unless I want them to. Her nipples were soft and pink and didn't show any signs of horniness. I guess it's pretty hard to get horny in a room full of screaming kids and customers. I tapped her left breast with my dick just to watch how it quivered. I knelt beside her and pulled her underpants completely off. Her pubic hair was thin and a little darker than her blond top. I spread her legs apart as far as they could go. I peered into her hole and touched her clitoris with my fingertip, dry as a bone. My member was really begging for it now so I got my bottle of lotion out of my backpack and smeared it all over it. I bent Jennifer's legs and brought her up to a seated position so that I could position underneath her. I squeezed some lotion into her bush, lay her legs on my shoulders, and guided my member into her. It was strange at first to be holding her by the waist and pumping her up and down on top of me. Her face still had that sated look and her arms were still straight out at her sides. I stopped pumping and opened her mouth wide so at least she looked like she was enjoying it. She probably would have been anyway, but just knowing that I was fucking her without her knowing it made it all the more exciting. My moans started echoing through the silent mall and when I finally shot my load, I pulled Jennifer's face close to me and dug my tongue through her mouth so that I could stifle my cries just a bit. I stood up, leaving Jennifer in a seated position and cleaned myself up. I cleaned Jennifer up a bit too. I didn't want her to feel any more stickiness that my come and the lotion would already give her. So after washing her out a bit, I put her clothes back on, but leaving her panties, bra, and socks off. I wanted to keep them as souvenirs and I wanted to see her face when I started time and she realized she wasn't wearing them anymore. I refreshed her makeup, rearranged her face and body to the same position as when I snapped. I dragged her back to the store and leaned her against the wall, just as I had found her and snapped my fingers. She ran her fingers through her hair as the mall came roaring back to life. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and suddenly her eyes opened wide. She went to her waist and tried to where her pantyline may would have been. She then tried to casually touch her left breast and realized that she was braless. I got up from the bench at that point and walked away, smiling the entire time.