She's confused.

Sharon was lying on the bed on her back. Her top was unbuttoned, as I had left it, and her breasts were exposed. I could see her nipples were erect, and shaded pink from the mauling I had given them. Her bottoms were off, and her legs were splayed out to the sides. This put her hairless pussy on display, and her lower lips were still parted after having been split by my cock. Her pussy gleamed with wetness, and in fact a sheen of sweat covered her entire body.

Sharon was panting heavily, and looking perplexed. She looked up at me when I barged in. ?Wha... I was... you were.....?

She stopped, at a loss for words. It probably was only a few seconds, but time seemed to stop on its own as I stared at Sharon?s naked form, and she stared back at me, trying to figure out what had happened. Then her eyes drifted downward to her body and her moment of paralysis was broken.

She shrieked, and grabbed for the covers, trying to hide her shame from my eyes. ?Get out of here- get the fuck out!!!? she screamed at me. I looked down at the floor and said, ?I?m sorry- I just heard you scream... I was worried about you... I?ll leave now.?

I backed out of the room and closed the door. Then I stopped time again and snuck back into Sharon?s closet so I could observe her reaction. I restarted time.

Sharon pulled her covers off and covered her face with her hands, shaking her head back and forth. Then she got up and locked the bedroom door, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. I watched as she began examining her breasts, apparently noticing their soreness and tenderness. Then she reached down and slid a few fingers across her pussy, bringing them to her face, feeling the wetness and stickiness. She sniffed at her fingers, then gave them a little lick.

She placed her hands on her thighs and allowed her head to drop between her knees. I heard her whisper softly to herself, ?Holy fuck.? Then after a few moments she stood up and walked to the bedroom dresser. She picked up a framed photograph- I couldn?t quite make out which picture she was holding, so I stopped time and came out of hiding.

The photo was of me, holding up a fish on a rod- taken last summer on vacation. I knew it! After all my fucking with her head, Sharon was starting to have thoughts about me.

At that moment, my goal became clear. I was going to get Sharon to fuck me, without stopping time. Actually, no- I was going to get Sharon to beg me to fuck her!