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Remotely Controlled Ch. 01

By: main_stexile



She gave it to me as I walked into the office - she'd seen me park my car and had timed things so she met me by the coffee machine as I walked towards the office door.

"This is yours" she said, and handed me a small box, about 4 inches by 3 by 1 1/2 deep. On it were a switch, a red LED and a slider. She walked over by the coffee machine and I put it in my pocket, pressing the switch as I did so. She stiffened slightly and her eyes widened. She looked at me as I moved the slider up, "Thank you" she said. I pressed the switch again and turned and walked into the office.

Her desk was about three quarters of the way down the large open plan room. About 60 people worked in it; part of a building which had about 400 people in it in total. My office - well broom cupboard really, was at the far end, so there was no chance of the signal reaching her from where I usually sat. I moved around the office quite a lot, and sometimes even had to talk to her or one of her colleagues in the course of the day, so getting in range wasn't going to be a problem.

I conducted one of two experiments at first, trying from different distances and watching her back as I pressed the button. I found that within about 10-15 yards had an effect - she'd move slightly, or wriggle in her seat as if trying to get comfortable, so I made sure that my trips through the office always took me within range. Throughout the morning I moved around as usual, allowing her maybe 20 seconds at a time, sometimes moving the slider up or down a bit, changing the intensity, never allowing her too long. Just before lunch a colleague and I walked slowly down the office discussing an ongoing problem, and I made sure we stopped about 6 feet from her chair. She was on the phone at the time, and I was sure she hadn't heard us, so I moved the slider all the way to the top and pressed the button, just as she opened her mouth to speak.

She jumped, quite violently, and her voice jumped as well, causing her to apologise to the caller and giggle slightly. I kept the intensity high, carrying on the conversation whilst watching her over his shoulder. She had closed her eyes and had started biting her bottom lip, trying to focus on the conversation, moving almost imperceptibly backwards and forwards in her seat. I moved the slider down to its lowest setting, then started increasing it then backing down again, getting slightly higher each time and taking slightly longer to back down, watching her all the time. She was gripping her desk with one hand now, and had raised herself up so that she was half off her chair, leaning on her desk, eyes closed and voice maybe a tone up from its usual note.

She said goodbye to the caller as I pushed the slider hard against it's stop, and she crashed the handset down clumsily onto the phone, leaving it askew as she moved back into her seat. Her face was slightly flushed and she was breathing harder than usual, and she dropped her head onto her desk and slid her chair backwards in a movement designed to rub her clit against it. I slammed the slider repeatedly against the stop, trying in my mind to mimic the final thrusts of a cock about to climax, and I watched as she lifted her face from her desk and wiped it with her hands, brushing the hair from her eyes while she again rocked her hips forward on her chair. Suddenly her head dropped down again and I knew she was coming, so I left the slider at it's most powerful setting and imagined the waves travelling through her pussy, trying to prolong it as much as I could. My conversation ended, so I moved forward towards her desk and stood beside it - she turned her head slightly, staring at my trousers where my erection showed quite clearly through it, then up at my face and into my eyes. I held her stare and pumped the slider backwards and forwards in my pocket, until she dropped her head again and moaned slightly while stretching herself as though easing her muscles, but using the movement to move her hips again against the base of her seat. I backed the slider down slowly, and she relaxed, bringing herself slightly more upright and brushing her hair back.

It took a few minutes but I watched as from my office as she stood up and walked towards the door which led to the toilets, fairly slowly and uncertainly at first but within a few steps she had regained her normal walk. I knew what she was going to do, but I didn't mind her wanting one more orgasm. There was always the afternoon, and she wouldn't take the vibrator out without my permission, so I knew I would still be in control.

Remotely Controlled Ch. 02



I went for lunch just after she did, and as usual headed for the local shops to avoid the canteens dire fare. I got my lunch and went to pay, and saw her standing towards the back of the next queue but one, with her back to me so I knew she hadn't seen me. I reached in my pocket for the remote, and pressed the button. She jumped, obviously startled and nearly dropped her basket. I turned it off again and she looked around but missed me as I moved behind someone in the queue between us. When she had stopped looking I moved the slider down to its lowest, slowest setting, and pressed the button. This time she just straightened slightly and moved one hand from her basket to the checkout itself, leaning on it as though tired. I moved the slider up slightly, slowly and gradually increasing the intensity as she moved down the queue, letting the vibrations build up as she got nearer to the till. I was being served now so I had to take my hand out of my pocket to pay, so I left the slider about half an inch from the top. Her queue moved forward and she was at the till, so I picked up my bag with one hand and put my other one back into my pocket, immediately jamming the slider against it's stop. I saw her head drop a bit then she straightened and lent against the checkout again. She dropped her purse on the conveyor belt and fumbled for some money, pushing the first note she came across at the checkout girl. I walked slowly down towards the exit, and stopped by the exit of her checkout. Her mouth was open slightly as she jammed her lunch into her bag, and held her hand out for her change. She picked up her bag and turned to face me. 

"Hello" I said, "Do you need a hand?"

"No thanks. Everything is under control" she replied. We walked through the shop, my hand in my pocket pulsing the slider up and down, never quite reaching its limit, matching our stride.

"I'll walk you to your car" I said.

She didn't reply, just nodded slightly as she caught my eye.

When we got to her car, she unlocked it and made as though to put her shopping in the front seat. 

"No" I said. "That needs to be in the boot". 

We moved round to the back of the car and she opened the boot. She lifted her shopping in, and I said "That needs to be right inside as far as it'll go". 

She nodded and bent forward to move the shopping, and as she did so I moved behind her and slightly to one side, and pressed my hard erection against her buttock. I pulsed the slider again, and with my other hand I stroked up her thigh and across, then sliding down between her buttocks until I could feel her pussy lips through her skirt, and a slight vibration on my hand. I pressed and heard a slight moan as I timed my stroking with the pulsing from the vibe. She pressed back against my cock and hand, so I lifted my hand away and smacked her gently but firmly. 

"I hope you aren't enjoying this" I said, "That would be very naughty indeed, wouldn't it?" She nodded, then gasped as my hand found her pussy again, stroking between it and her arse, probing gently through the cloth.

I moved round and pressed my erection against her pussy and she had to brace herself on the floor of the boot, her head almost touching it now. I moved my cock up and down with my hand, feeling her clit against it, concentrating on it until she moaned louder. I stepped back and told her to stand up and close the boot. She took a second to compose herself and then complied, turning to face me after she'd done it. I looked into her eyes while I turned the vibe on and off with the remote, giving full intensity one minute, then nothing the next.

"I think you were enjoying that weren't you?" I said. She nodded. 

"Get into the back of the car" I ordered.

She slid in one side while I got in the other. I kept flicking the remote on and off in my pocket while I undid my trousers and pulled my cock free, then grasped the back of her head and pulled her down. She used her lips to ease back the skin from it's very swollen head, and I felt her tongue flick around the underside as I guided her down, collecting every drop of precum. She moaned again as I left the remote on and varied the speed once more, trying to time it to her mouth going up and down on my cock, whilst enjoying the feeling of my balls starting to shrink into my body, getting ready to deliver their load to the back of her throat. I held a handful of her hair and worked her mouth faster and faster up and down on me, while she moaned and wriggled in the seat as the vibrations sped through her pussy, clenching her thighs together rhythmically to squeeze down on her clit as my cock started to stiffen and my orgasm took hold. I shouted aloud at the intensity of the split second before the first spurt of cum, and held her mouth firmly down, forcing her to swallow the stream as it hit her throat. She continued to wriggle in her seat as her own orgasm took hold, and moaned between each pulse of cum from my cock, eyes tightly shut as she concentrated on her pussy. She continued to wriggle for a few seconds after I had finished, sucking hard on me, making sure none was missed, then she slowly relaxed back down into the seat, both of us breathing hard. I lifted her head up from my lap, and kissed her hard.

"I hope you aren't going to be naughty again this afternoon" I said.



Remotely Controlled Ch. 02



Keith Bradford was in his late twenties and lived with his girlfriend, Kim, in a small flat in a small town in the English Midlands. It was on a Friday, two days before the football World Cup Final that his television had failed, prompting Kim and himself to go out and buy a new one. While in the electrical store, Keith had found a television remote control unit lying on a display stand and had accidentally discovered that he was able to freeze time whenever he pressed the 'Pause' button.

Being a normal red blooded male, Keith was only interested in one thing, looking at the female of the species, and more to the point, what intricate secrets said females wore beneath their outer robes. He also had a yearning to pleasure them in some way if he could and so he had secreted the remote out of the store, unknown to his girlfriend who he loved dearly and had a very active sex life with.

The 'Pause' button wasn't the only facility that the remote could do, as while in his hurry to do this to one particular victim, he inadvertently pressed a button which took him back forty years to the same date in 1974. Whilst there, he had discovered a whole new generation of ladies who wore sexy and sensual undergarments and he couldn't wait to use his new found toy to go exploring again. To cap it all when he went back in time, he was completely invisible to everybody so he was able to do almost anything at will.

Keith slept soundly following the exploits of the previous day and was only awakened by the sound of his girlfriend, Kim, letting herself into the flat following her night shift at the care home. He glimpsed at the clock on the bedside table; it was nearly twenty past eight in the morning. He threw the duvet cover back and slid off the bed as she walked into the bedroom.

"Hi Love," he said, kissing her on the lips. "Did you have a good night?"

"Not too bad," said Kim. "We had to have the doctor to one old lady who felt unwell but other than that it was fine."

"I'm going to cook some bacon and eggs," he said, heading towards the kitchen. "Do you fancy some?"

"No, we had bacon sandwiches at half past five this morning," said Kim. "I'll just have a slice of toast and a cup of tea then I'll get to bed. What are you doing this morning?"

"Well, the new television is coming about ten o'clock," said Keith. "Then I think I'll go out for a bit so that you can get some rest."

Kim nodded and she sat at the table reading a magazine while Keith cooked the breakfast. When they had eaten, Kim went off to bed as promised and gave Keith the instruction that she wanted waking around four thirty. The television was delivered on time and promptly installed and tested so by ten thirty, Keith was ready to go out again. He checked the main bedroom where Kim was sleeping peacefully and then went quietly into the spare room to the wardrobe where he had stored the carrier bag with the remote in and took it out.

The carrier bag was a bit awkward to keep lugging around and although the items weren't heavy, he was aware that every time he put it down it would become visible so he had a quick scout round for something more suitable. He found a red canvas drawstring shoulder bag in a cupboard which Kim had once used to take to work with her. It was still in good condition and he thought it would be ideal to put the remote and the breadsticks in so that he could carry it on his shoulder and wouldn't have to keep putting the carrier bag down. 

He put the items in the red bag and locked the door of the flat behind him. Once outside, he walked down the road a little way towards town. There was a large park nearby with a small children's play area which had a couple of swings, a roundabout and a see-saw and he stopped just inside the gate. There was nobody there so he reached inside the bag and pressed the 'Play back' button on the remote and instantly, there was a small white flash and he was transformed back to 1974.

Keith found himself still in the play area, but it was so much different to how he knew it. The swings were larger and heavier as was the roundabout, and there was a big, iron climbing frame along with a tall slide all set on concrete and not surrounded by the soft wood chippings of the modern day. There were a few children climbing and playing on the swings and Keith stood and watched them for a moment. He'd noticed the previous day the difference in the adult clothes and today even the children were dressed so differently. A few of the boys wore jeans or casual trousers and t-shirts. The girls were in casual dresses or skirts and tops and all seemed to be wearing sandals and white knee socks.

Keith left them after a couple of minutes and walked down the road towards town following the same route he had the previous day. The street layout was slightly different and the town council offices where he had encountered the lady in the trouser suit were still to be built. In its place stood a row of factories and being a Saturday morning there was hardly anyone around and the area had a feel of emptiness and neglect to it. Near to where he had encountered the young lady in the dark blue skirt stood an old pub. It too looked closed and forlorn and had long since had any customers.

Soon he was back in the bustling town centre and he headed back towards the shop where he had encountered Doreen and her friend, and also Lucy and Roger the previous day. It was as good a place to start so he wandered inside and found the long mirror, checking that he was still invisible as he was the previous day, and thankfully he still was.

He wandered down the aisle looking around at the clothes and fashions available on display for ladies of that era. Some of the price tags seemed very cheap to him compared to what Kim would pay in the present. He continued on, unhindered and unashamed through the lingerie department looking at all the silky nightdresses and slips on the stands and feeling a few of them and he wished that Kim would wear items like that. 

He was standing near to the changing room where he had encountered Lucy the previous day. One of the sales assistants had gone in to tidy away some clothes left behind by a customer and he looked at her for a moment. A smile played across his lips. The curtain was partly drawn back and he slipped in close up behind her, threw his arms round her waist and kissed her on the side of the face. 

The assistant spun round sharply, dropping the clothes on the floor as she did so and was most surprised to see nobody there. She shrugged her shoulders and stooped to them up again. Word had spread around the store about the previous day's incidents with Doreen and Lucy, and a few of the older hands had teased the younger staff with tales of the building being haunted by ghost of the shop's founder who had apparently been a bit of a ladies' man. As she stood up, Keith took her by the arms again and kissed her firmly on the lips. 

She struggled a bit when he did this. The changing room curtain was still open and she tried to attract the attention of one of her colleagues who was sorting out some stock nearby, but without success. Keith relented for a few moments and slowly pulled the curtain closed. He looked at the sales assistant standing before him looking a little apprehensive. She was an attractive looking lady, aged in her early thirties with dark brown hair tied into a small bun. Her brown eyes were framed by a pair of large brown spectacles and she wore the standard shop uniform of a red jacket and dark grey pleated knee length skirt together with a white blouse, black court shoes and natural hosiery. A small white name badge with 'Julie Milligan' was attached to her lapel and a gold wedding ring adorned her ring finger.

Julie tried to head for the cubicle entrance but Keith had blocked it and started kissing her on the lips once more. She was flailing her arms about a bit, wondering what it was that was stopping her from escaping. She could feel a tongue, forcing its way into her throat and she could feel the outline of a body yet she could see nobody. Perhaps her friend Sue was right, maybe the building was haunted and she was being pleasured by a ghost. If this was the case, maybe there was little point in struggling.

She calmed down a bit and even began to reciprocate Keith's advances. After a few minutes, he paused and brought her hands up to cover her breasts and began to massage them over her jacket, guiding her hands this way and that. Her jacket was fastened with two gold buttons but Keith had soon unfastened them and transferred her hands to her blouse and then repeated the exercise.

Julie was beginning to enjoy the experience. She could feel her nipples stiffen under her clothes and was actually yearning to do something to relieve herself. She closed her eyes and Keith wondered who she was imagining doing this to her. He let go of her hands and she continued massaging herself and talking to herself in a soft, high-pitched voice.

"Oh yes...ooh, that's heaven," she murmured. "Oh Vince, make love to me!"

Keith didn't need to be asked a second time. He moved her hands back down to her sides and started unfastening the buttons down the front of her blouse, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt has he went. When all the buttons had been undone, he pulled the two parts of the blouse apart. Underneath it she wore a white soft-cupped Cross-Your-Heart bra and once more he put her hands back over her breasts again and encouraged her to start massaging them.

"Oh...yes..." murmured Julie once more as she ran her fingers over the material.

Keith could feel his penis stiffening under his trousers at the sight before him. A thought came into his head and he wondered whether he could 'encourage' her to undress herself, rather than he do it himself.

He guided her hands to her jacket and motioned them for her to remove it which she duly did, then followed up the same procedure with her blouse. Without Keith's guidance her hands went back to her tits for a few moments then slid down her body to the waistband of her skirt and round to the zip fastener on the side. Keith heard a slight rasping sound as she undid the zip then she eased it away and lowered it reverently towards her ankles.

A white sheer slip slowly emerged before she stepped out of it and placed it on the bench behind her. She ran her hands over the smooth, silky material, then back over her body to her breasts and massaged them once more. All the time, her eyes were closed and she was murmuring gently to herself. Now and again, the name 'Vince' could be heard and Keith wondered whether it was her husband who she was imagining was with her.

She reached up and unfastened the hair grips which held her hair in place and let it cascade to rest on her shoulders. She shook her head and ran her hands through it sexily before bringing her arms behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her huge breasts tumbled out as she pulled the cups away and dropped it to the bench behind her. Her nipples were already firm and erect and she began to finger them readily.

Keith couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Julie didn't need any guidance, she was doing everything spontaneously. Her bosoms were just like two huge melons standing firm in front of her and her nipples were now rock hard. She brought her hands down to her slip once more and rubbed her groin area sensually through it. Her fingers went to the elasticated waistband and it was dispatched as slowly and sedately as the skirt previously. When the waistband was level with her knees, she stepped calmly out of it and placed it with the rest of her clothes.

Keith dropped his trousers and boxer shorts to his ankles in readiness. His penis was almost vertical and he rubbed it gently. Meanwhile, Julie kicked off her shoes and was left in just a pair of tights and her matching white panties. She massaged her massive tits once more then eased the waistband of her tights away towards her knees. She sat down on the bench and rolled them down her legs then pulled them off. This left only the panties and she lifted her backside slightly off the bench and pushed them forward, past her knees and pulled them from round her ankles and laid them on the bench beside her.

It wasn't the quickest strip for a sex session that Keith had witnessed, in fact the speed was more akin to someone getting ready for bed rather than someone who was about to be pleasured, but at last she was ready. In a small changing room, in the middle of a large clothing store, she stood up, naked apart from her glasses, wedding ring and a small gold wristwatch with a black leather strap. Her pussy hairs were neatly trimmed and formed a triangle almost pointing to the entrance to her pussy, her melons were firm and pointing outwards in unison with each nipple bullet hard in the centre of their pink areolas. 

It was almost as though she was in a trance and Keith wondered whether she would suddenly come round and realise the state she was in and make a fuss, but after one more fondle of her breasts she closed her eyes and stood with her arms by her side.

"Take me, Vince!" she whispered. "Let us be one once more. Make me thine as only you can!" Her eyes were closed once more.

Keith moved forward and let his right hand stroke the trimmed pussy hairs and she jumped slightly at the unexpected touch. She wasn't just damp, she was sopping wet and he inserted his finger inside her and scooped out some of her juices. He rubbed some on her lips and she licked them.

"Hmm, that tastes just divine," she said. "Fuck me and let's distil some more!"

Keith guided his rod towards the dripping entrance and pushed it home. He felt her pussy tighten around his throbbing organ and let her savour it for a moment then put placed her hands on his shoulders and put his around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Oh, Vinnie!" she exclaimed. "Mr Big seems even bigger and thicker than usual!"

Keith said nothing, not that she would have heard him anyway and started shafting her in his usual steady rhythm. Each time he pulled her close, her huge melons smacked against his chest and shook violently and she made little grunting noises.

"Uh...uh...uh..." she moaned. "Uh...Vincent...my darling...this...is...heaven..."

Keith continued slamming away into her, gradually building up the tempo. Every now and then, she felt his penis smack against her cervix and she gave an extra loud yell. He knew that time was of the essence and that any moment they could be discovered either by a customer or else by another member of staff. What he didn't know was that his actions were already causing the curtain to rustle from time to time as his shoulder bag brushed against it.

"Uh...I...don't think...uh...I'll be...too...uh...long," moaned Julie as her cervix received another battering. "I...can feel...uh...myself...coming.....oh... God...this...is some...thing...else!"

Keith was inadvertently rustling the curtain as he brought Julie to an eventual climax. Jets of hot spunk spurted deep within him merging with those from her own volatile eruption and oozing back out again. He withdrew from her and Julie brought her hands down to her pussy. Slivers of combined juices were running down her bare legs and she put her fingers into them and licked the residue.

Her eyes were now open again and she didn't seem to notice that she was supposedly alone in the cubicle. She was just about to take another small amount from her inner left leg when the curtain was partially pulled back and the head of her supervisor appeared. She took one look at Julie standing naked before her and pulled the curtain shut again for a few seconds before looking around and then squeezing inside, making sure that no customers or members of staff could see her.

"Mrs Milligan!" she exclaimed in hushed tones. "What on earth do you think you're doing, stark naked and playing with yourself in the middle of a busy store at eleven o'clock in the morning. You should be absolutely ashamed of yourself! I'll go and get you some tissues to clean yourself up then I want you to get yourself dressed and report to the manager's office in fifteen minutes."

For once, Julie seemed to come to her senses. She could see that there was apparently nobody else in the cubicle, although she didn't realise that Keith was still there, invisible to her. The supervisor hurried to a nearby counter and soon returned with a handful of tissues which she handed to her.

"In all my years working here, I've never known anybody do anything like this!" she said. "I'm appalled, absolutely appalled!"

"I'm s-so s-sorry, M-m-miss Harris," stammered poor Julie, almost on the verge of tears.

"It's too late for that," said Miss Harris. "Now get dressed please and be quick. There may be customers waiting to use this cubicle."

She turned to leave the cubicle and a flash of inspiration came to Keith. Miss Harris was in her early fifties with short, fair, tightly permed hair. She was quite large in stature and was the sort of person who was firm but fair but she didn't always suffer fools gladly. Not a lot was known about her, other than she lived alone with her cat and rumour had it that she had once been in love with an American airman during the war but he had been married and returned home when hostilities ceased and she had never looked at another man since.

She was wearing the same uniform as Julie had been and Keith quickly reached out and lifted her skirt up to her waist with both hands. Miss Harris froze in horror. A second later and she would have been through the curtain and everyone outside may have seen what she was wearing which was a cream coloured satin petticoat with inches of intricate lace around the hem. Keith didn't stop to look as Miss Harris had opened her mouth to scream. He put one hand over it to stifle any sound and then lifted both skirt and petticoat up in unison.

Julie was sitting on the bench behind him trying to wipe the drying juices away. She couldn't believe what was happening to her supervisor who was standing with her back to her displaying a matching pair of lacy French knickers, from beneath which protruded three suspenders which were holding up her stockings. Keith had knelt down close behind Miss Harris and carefully pulled the French knickers away from Miss Harris' waist and she started protesting.

"Mrs Milligan, what in God's name do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed. "This is assault! You'll get the sack for this and I'll press charges against you! Let me go immediately or else I'll...oohhh!"

The ginger forest round her opening had made her entrance difficult to find but just in time, Keith had found her clitoris and was gently massaging it.

"Ooohh...that's nice!" said Miss Harris. "But I really...oooh...don't think this...that this is the time...or place...! Oh Heavens!"

Keith was now kneeling behind her with his face close up to her large arse and had his right hand positioned between her legs. He had inserted a finger inside her and was finger fucking for all he was worth. Her knickers were now round her ankles, but he was having trouble keeping the skirt and petticoat up with one hand while fucking her with the other. After a couple of minutes, he withdrew his finger.

"Oh, Mrs Milligan...Julie, dear...why have you stopped?" said Miss Harris softly. "Please carry on!"

Keith had every intention of so doing but first he had to get the obstacles out of the way. He quickly unzipped Miss Harris's skirt and let it fall to the ground and tried tugging on the petticoat but unfortunately for him she was wearing a full length one so he lifted it up and tucked it inside her suspender belt, then resumed his actions.

Her juices were forming nicely inside her and she was soon very wet. Every now and then, Keith would stroke her clit and she would gasp with pleasure. She was rocking backwards and forwards on her heels with her hands resting on the top of her thighs.




Remotely Controlled Ch. 02



"Oh Julie... Julie... Julie... Julie!" she exclaimed. "Where on earth did you learn to do this? If I died now, I would die a very happy lady! Oh God...something's happening...oh...oh...oohh!"

She stumbled forward as cum oozed from within her and just managed to stop herself from crashing through the curtain. Keith withdrew and stood back in a corner, fondling himself at the sight before him. It took her a minute or so to regain her composure and when she did, she shuffled round to face Julie who was still sitting naked on the bench.

"That was wonderful, dear!" she said in a gentle tone that Julie had never heard her speak in before. "I'm so sorry that I was angry with you before, and I think that we'll overlook what has happened on this occasion; however please don't make a habit of it, at least not in the store! If you ever want to...um...shall we say entertain me again, you can always come round to my place. I'll let you have my address and telephone number."

Julie didn't know what to say.

"Y-yes, o-okay, Miss Harris," she stuttered.

Miss Harris pulled her petticoat which was now creased from out of the suspender belt and let it fall back into position. She hitched up her skirt and fastened it again, smoothed it down and picked up the French knickers from the floor and stuffed them into her jacket pocket.

"From now on, you may call me Monica," she said. "But not on the shop floor in front of customers or any of the other staff, but only when we're alone."

She reached forward and kissed Julie on the cheek.

"Thank you again, my dear, and don't be too long," she said. "I'll make sure that you're not disturbed."

She left the cubicle and Julie sat dumbfounded for a moment, not believing what she had just witnessed. Only the two of them had been in the cubicle and yet she had witnessed her supervisor's skirt and underwear lifted up, then her skirt and knickers removed and then she was given a finger fuck by an invisible presence. To cap it all, her supervisor thought it was her who had done it and now wanted to be best buddies with her and as if that wasn't enough, she too had been fucked by this apparent presence and it was still only twenty past eleven in the morning! 

She started dressing again and Keith stood in the corner watching her as she pulled on her panties and encased her melons once more in their protective case. It never ceased to amaze Keith how ladies could fasten their bras in one go with their hands behind their back at the first attempt and Julie was no exception. When she was happy that all was in order, she sat on the bench and pulled on her tights, taking great care to roll them smoothly up her legs. Her slip followed and once she had pulled it into place, she stood smoothing it down for a few moments. Keith still had his penis out and was stroking it, almost wishing that he could take her a second time.

There was a large mirror in the cubicle and Julie stood admiring herself for a moment, alternately fondling her breasts and smoothing her slip again before reaching for her blouse. Her bra slowly disappeared from view as she fastened the buttons then she stepped into her skirt and soon the sexy slip had also disappeared. She stepped into her shoes and pulled on her jacket and fastened it then took a comb from her jacket pocket and started combing her hair in front of the mirror. She pulled out the hair grips from her pocket and pulled her hair back into position and pinned it up again. A final smooth down of her uniform and she was ready to face the world again and she took a last look around the cubicle before pulling back the curtain and stepping out into the store once more, taking with her the clothes she had originally gone in to collect.

Keith debated staying in the cubicle and observing and hopefully servicing any females who happened to use it but a young girl and her mum looked to be heading in his direction so he quickly tucked his penis inside his trousers and made himself scarce. Out in the store, he could see Julie with a customer while Miss Harris was behind the counter sorting out a tray of panties. Every so often she would look across to Julie and a smile would play on her lips. 

Keith walked out of the store and along the street. Things were certainly different back in 1974 to how he knew them back in 2014. One of the buildings that he recognised was a bank, although back in his normal life time, it had been long closed and the connecting wall knocked through with the shop next door to make a café. 

Keith looked in through the window, and could see four cashier positions facing him. Three of these, of which two were manned and open, were for customers requiring normal cash transactions, while the fourth had the words 'Foreign Exchange Cashier' engraved into the glass. There was a small waiting area with a couple of seats adorned with the bank's logo and Keith went and sat on one of them. Only one customer, a man, was present and was being served by one of the female cashiers.

Keith took out the remote and looked at it. The customer, meanwhile, had paid a small sum of money in and he picked up his Deposit book and walked out. Keith debated whether to wait until a female customer came in. He knew what the 'Pause' button did and also the functions of both the 'Play Back' and 'Fast Forward' buttons bit he had never tried any of the others. The next time somebody came in, he would try one, he mused. He sat there for a few minutes, but nobody came in. He heard a door open nearby and another cashier came through, carrying a pile of leaflets. She set about tidying a nearby leaflet rack and filling up a few vacant gaps with the stock she had brought out.

"Not long to go now, it'll soon be half past twelve," she said to a blond haired lady who sat in the Cashier's desk at the end of the row. "What are you doing this weekend, Anne?"

"Not a lot," said Anne. "I've got a bit of shopping to do, then its home to do a pile of ironing."

"We're going to my Mum-in-Law's for lunch tomorrow", piped up a young brunette sat next to her. "It's her fiftieth birthday tomorrow so we're having a buffet lunch. There will be about ten of us there."

"I bet you won't be cooking it!" said the cashier at the leaflet rack.

"Alison doesn't know how to cook!" retorted Anne. "She can't even boil an egg. It's a good job her husband can cook or else she would starve to death!" 

The cashiers had all entered into a bit of friendly banter between themselves and Keith surveyed them for a few moments, looking at each one in turn, during which he learned that the lady at the leaflet rack was named Pauline and that she was married with three children. She was the oldest of the three Cashiers who were talking and looked to be in her early forties with auburn coloured hair which was styled in a loose perm and just reached her collar. She was wearing the corporate uniform which was a navy blue jacket and matching knee length skirt, blue and yellow striped blouse, together with a blue and yellow scarf embroidered with the bank's logo fastened round her neck, light tan hosiery and black low heel shoes. 

Anne meanwhile, looked to be in her early thirties. Although Keith could only see her from the waist up, she too was wearing the same uniform as Pauline, as indeed was Alison who was in her late twenties. Anne had her hair styled in a short bob, while Alison's was long and hung loose down her back. It had a centre parting and her appearance was similar to that of the actress who had played Kelly Garrett in the television series 'Charlie's Angels'.

Keith pressed the 'Slow Search' button and everything immediately slowed down to a quarter of normal speed. Pauline bent down to pick up a stray leaflet which she had dropped and it was almost as if she had been transformed into a zombie. Then he pressed the 'Slow Rewind' button and she did exactly the same in reverse! Her colleagues behind the counter had also slowed their actions and Anne could be seen alternately writing figures onto a sheet, then erasing the figures as the pen went into slow reverse. Even the people outside were moving like this and Keith pressed the two buttons alternately and watched the traffic move forward a few feet and then back a few feet before hitting the 'Pause' button.

"That might come in handy sometime," he thought to himself.

A thought came into his head and he looked at his watch. It was nearly ten minutes to twelve so he had just less than forty minutes until the bank closed. He guessed that Pauline would have to go through to the back again and he would follow her. She replaced the stray leaflet and went back to the office door. She keyed in the numbers five, seven, zero, five on a keypad and entered. Keith had just enough time to slip in behind her and follow her through a small stock room into the area behind the glass screen. 

All the counter positions had a high swivel chair to match the height of the counter and these had a silver bar around six inches from the bottom. He could see Anne and Alison, both sitting on theirs, resting their feet on a high footrest beneath and he noted that Alison showing a very shapely leg from beneath her skirt, which appeared to be somewhat shorter than those of Anne and Pauline. He was about to press the 'Pause' button again when the main door opened and a lady entered and walked straight up to the position marked 'Foreign Exchange'. She was aged in her early fifties and wore white slacks and a pale blue top. She spoke in a haughty manner.

"I say, excuse me, is there anybody serving here?" she asked.

"Yes, madam," said Alison, sliding off her chair and showing even more leg. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll go and fetch my colleague."

The customer looked at her watch and tutted disapprovingly. Clearly she expected to be served instantly and was not impressed to be kept hanging around. Alison disappeared through a door at the back of the office and returned with another cashier who looked around twenty years of age. She had collar length brown hair and wore the same uniform as her colleagues.

"This is Donna, our Foreign Exchange Cashier," said Alison sweetly. "She'll be able to help you." 

She went back to her seat and eased herself back onto her chair, pulling her skirt straight so that not as much leg was showing as before. Keith could feel things getting to work under his trousers as Donna came towards her counter. Her chair was pushed to one side and she stood facing her customer.

"Hello madam, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, how may I help you today?" she asked politely.

"My husband and I are travelling to Austria on Monday," the lady replied. "What currency would you recommend that I take with me?"

"Oh, that's nice," said Donna politely. "What part are you going to and how will you be getting there?"

"We're stopping just outside Salzburg for two weeks and we're travelling by train and ferry. I can't abide flying," said the lady. "We're going to see where The Sound of Music was filmed. Have you ever been?"

She gave Donna the sort of look as if to say 'I bet you've never heard of the place' but Donna was equal to her and was able to respond that in fact she had and they were soon deep in conversation together. 

Donna stood on her left leg with her right crossed over behind it and her foot pointing towards the ground. Her hands were resting on the counter and Keith could see there was a gap underneath it that he could just about squeeze into. There was just sufficient room for him to crouch down, although he had to be careful as there was a treadle alarm under each cashier's position and he didn't want to set it off! Her skirt hem rested slightly above her knee and was now at eye level and Keith tentatively eased it up a little. He was aware that any sudden movement may be noticed, either by Donna herself or by Alison who was one space away from her.

Donna had very shapely legs and Keith could feel his cock getting harder as he raised her skirt a few inches higher. A white lacy scalloped hem appeared followed by an inch or so of smooth shiny white nylon. He hooked his thumbs underneath and slowly raised the two items of clothing a little higher until the thick welts of two stocking tops came into view together with three salmon pink suspender clips holding each one up. He gently let the items down again and reached into the canvas bag for the breadsticks. Stockings and suspenders meant that he should be able to pleasure Donna quite easily! She was still talking to her customer and felt her skirt slide the last inch or so into place and she looked down at it. She uncrossed her legs and stood up straighter and brushed the front of it as she was speaking.

"Okay then, Mrs Cameron", she said. "So you would like fifty pounds worth of Austrian Schillings to get you started and four hundred pounds worth of Travellers Cheques is that correct?"

The lady nodded.

"Okay," she said working out the total on her calculator. "That will be a total of four hundred and fifty seven pounds and thirty pence altogether, and that includes our commission fee. If you could just make your cheque out to 'Cash' please, that will be fine as you have an account with us."

The lady reached into her handbag for her cheque book and Donna took a key from her cash drawer and moved to the safe which was immediately down on her left hand side. She inserted it into the lock and unfastened it, then lifted the handle and pulled the heavy door open. She squatted down on her haunches as she searched the back of the safe for the envelope that held the Austrian currency and Keith had a fantastic, unrestricted view right up her skirt. He could clearly see her sexy white slip, her bare thighs at the top of her stockings and right at the back, a pair of skimpy salmon pink panties which didn't look as though they were covering as much of her crotch area as maybe they should have.

Keith nearly came there and then, but managed to stop himself. The view lasted a little more than ten seconds but it seemed much longer than that before Donna found what she was looking for and stood up, pushing the heavy door almost closed. She took some currency out of the envelope and counted out the amount she needed, before putting the remainder back into it. She had also brought out a bundle of Travellers Cheques of various denominations and ascertained those which her customer required. She checked those which she had selected in her accounts book noting the serial numbers and the amount of currency she had taken before pulling the heavy door open again and squatting down once more.

Once more Keith had to control himself as the same view reappeared. She was barely three feet away from him and this time the viewing time was slightly longer as she had to stack a few items away tidily before she stood again and pushed the heavy door to with a big 'clunk', before resetting the handle and locking it again.

Keith had managed to get a bread stick out of his bag and carefully lifted her skirt and slip once more. Donna was still talking with her customer about her forthcoming trip and never felt anything. She was standing straighter and closer to the counter on this occasion and Anne and Alison were both talking quietly to each other as they waited for their next customer. Pauline was at a desk at the back talking to a customer on the phone.

Once he had a good view of her crotch, Keith let both skirt and slip rest on his head for a moment as he carefully pulled the gusset of her panties to one side. There were a few wispy hairs peeking out of the side but he soon found her vaginal entrance and teased the end of the breadstick over it. He had decided against giving her a full fuck with it as it would cause too much attention but he thought this should excite her enough so stimulate her juices. Donna had just finished checking that all was in order with her customer's cheque when Keith started teasing her clit.

"Okay, Mrs Cameron, everything's in... ooh... order with your... um... cheque," she said. "I'll just...ooh... count out your currency for you... ooh!"

Mrs Cameron looked at her quizzically.

"Is everything all right dear?" she enquired in a concerned tone.

"Yes...um...fine," said Donna going slightly red. 

Keith had gently lowered her skirt and slip back into place and was now stimulating her blindly with the breadstick. Donna, meanwhile, was feeling uncomfortable and was trying hard not to show it.

"Right," she continued. "We have fifty pounds worth of Austrian Schillings at thirty two schillings to the pound, which makes... ooh... one thousand six hundred schillings."

She was starting to feel quite excited as she started counting out the currency.

"One hundred, two hundred... ooh... three hundred," she began, trying hard to concentrate.

She had just reached nine hundred when Keith gave her clit another direct prod with the breadstick, making her gasp and lose count.

"I'm sorry, I'll have to start again," she said, going bright red.

Mrs Cameron looked slightly bemused and her actions had now alerted Alison, though thankfully she didn't notice the slight movement that Keith was making beneath her colleague's skirt, neither did Donna as she was still counting the currency again and this time Keith let her continue uninterrupted. When she had finished, she handed the Travellers Cheques to Mrs Cameron and asked her to sign them. Keith was still gently teasing her, though not sufficient for her to bring attention to herself.

"Is everything all right," whispered Alison while Mrs Cameron signed her cheques.

"Yes, fine," said Donna, watching her customer, although in truth it was not.

Her panties were now quite damp and she could feel a lone stream of cum slowly trickling down her leg. She started fidgeting from one leg to the other in an attempt to get comfortable and all she wanted now was for Mrs Cameron to complete her transaction so that she could go and investigate and clean herself up.

When she had finished, Mrs Cameron handed the Travellers Cheques back to Donna, who quickly checked through them to ensure that everything had been signed correctly. Keith was still teasing her and now the serious stuff had finished, he started intermittently prodding her clit once more.

"Everything's in order," said Donna, putting the Travellers Cheques in a blue plastic wallet, together with the currency. " I do hope that you have... oh gosh...um sorry... a nice holiday and if you... ooh... have any currency... ooh... sorry... or cheques left when you come back then we can... aah...change them back for you."

She handed the wallet to Mrs Cameron who put it in her handbag together with her cheque book.

"Thank you," said Mrs Cameron. "Are you quite sure you're all right dear, you do look a little flushed."

"Yes," said Donna. "I came over feeling a little...unwell, but I feel a bit better now, thank you."

"Good, well I hope you feel yourself soon!" said Mrs Cameron. "Thank you, you've been most helpful."

"Thank you again, and have a nice holiday," said Donna.

As soon as Mrs Cameron had gone out of the door, she turned and headed for the door at the back. She certainly needed to 'feel herself' as Mrs Cameron had so aptly phrased it! Keith just had time to pull the breadstick out from under her clothes and he noted the juices secreted on its end and took a bite from it. It tasted sweet and he had soon finished it off.

Alison had swung her chair round to go after her colleague as Keith emerged from his hiding place. She slid off it and was about to follow when Keith pressed the 'Pause' button. She was frozen having just passed Donna's chair. Anne in turn was still sitting on hers with her arms folded on the counter, facing the front and Pauline was now leaning over a desk sorting out some paperwork. She too had noticed Donna's strange behaviour and looked a trifle concerned as Donna rushed off. Keith licked his lips; there were still three ladies in the office that needed to be examined and it was time for a bit more fun and frivolity!




Remotely Controlled Ch. 02



He decided to start with Pauline as she was the only one of the three standing in a suitable position however a flashing red light in the corner of the room caught his eye. A small television camera was pointing across the room.

"Blimey," thought Keith to himself. "I hope nobody is watching that, mind you it's pointing away from where I was so I don't suppose it will pick up anything."

He looked around furtively and spotted another one above the entrance door pointing towards the customer area.

"I'd better not try anything in here," he said to himself. "It will look damn strange if somebody is watching it and they see fully dressed people suddenly become half naked in the space of one frame."

Donna had gone through the door at the back, which like the previous one also had a coded entry number to it. Keith tried pressing the same digits, five, seven, zero, five that Pauline had used gain entry from the public area but this time the door stayed firmly shut.

"Damn!" said Keith out loud. "There could be a multitude of combinations and it could take forever to guess the correct one".

Then he remembered that Alison had just got off her chair as if she was going to follow Donna. Maybe all was not lost after all. He pressed the 'Pause' key again and Alison trotted across the room after her colleague. She tapped on the door.

"Are you okay in there, Donna?" she called to her. "Can I come in?"

Donna replied with a muffled 'Yes' and Alison pressed the required digits on the door pad, but did them so quickly that Keith couldn't tell which ones she had done. She let herself in and he squeezed in behind her just as the door started to close.

They were in a small room which Keith guessed was the staff rest room. He looked quickly around for any cameras but there were none so he knew he would be okay. The room was about ten feet square with a two small desks. On one two closed circuit television sets, showing the images from each camera in black and white while the other small desk stood opposite with a couple of chairs in front of it which the staff used on their breaks. There were also half a dozen full sized metal lockers against the far wall where the staff kept their coats and personal belongings and Donna was standing in front of an open one, rummaging through her handbag.

"Is everything alright, Donna?" asked Alison, with a concerned look on her face.

"I'm not sure," said Donna. "When I was serving Mrs Cameron just now, I got the sensation that someone was...um...touching me up."

"How do you mean," asked Alison.

"Well, this might sound strange," said Donna. "But I swear I felt someone lift the front of my skirt and start...interfering...you know, down below!"

She rubbed her hands over the front of her skirt, indicating her pussy area and blushed slightly.

"You always did have a vivid imagination, Donna," Alison chuckled. "There's only the four of us here and we're all women on duty today and there's no way that anyone could have done that to you. You would have noticed if anyone was under the counter, and the security cameras would have picked them up."

She pointed to the screens on the desk.

"I guess you're right," said Donna. "My undies do feel a bit damp though, but don't tell Pauline and Anne that I told you that!" she whispered, blushing again.

"You must be subconsciously thinking about your Steve," said Alison. "Was he working last night?"

Donna shook her head.

"So did you...you know?"

Donna nodded and blushed a deep red.

"It used to happen to me sometimes when I was your age," said Alison. "I used to think of Bernie all the time. Of course it doesn't happen to me at all now, I mean, we hardly ever...you know! In fact I can't think of the last time we did! It's a few months, but don't tell the others that, will you?" she added.

Donna shook her head.

"Come on," said Alison, "We'd better get back outside. They'll be sending out a search party."

Keith seized his chance and quickly pressed the 'Pause' button before either of them had a chance to go back outside. So, Alison had not had any for weeks had she, and Donna was 'dreaming of Steve'. Well he would give them something to think about! He decided to start with Alison and was about to remove her jacket when he heard his name being called. 

"Hi, Keith," said a familiar sounding voice.

Keith jumped violently and looked around. Both Alison and Donna were frozen in time so he knew it wasn't either of them. He then noticed the two television screens on the desk. The left hand one, which had hitherto been showing the pictures from the camera in the customer area, had gone blank while the right hand one was focused on the staff area behind the counter. He could see Pauline outside; she was now standing behind the counter talking with Anne, who was now also standing by her position. Suddenly, the left hand one flickered, and a colour image of the news presenter who had spoken to him on the screen in the store the previous day appeared. At first, it was just a head and shoulders image, but as she spoke, the camera slowly panned back to reveal her standing in front of the news screen and wearing a blue dress, similar to the red one she had worn the day before.

"Hi Keith," she said. "I'm pleased you seem to be getting the hang of the remote. You seem to have managed to find quite a few of the operations on it. Slow motion is very good, isn't it? Just think, if anyone tries to get away you'll soon be able to catch them!"

Keith rubbed his head in amazement. How on earth did she know where he was? How was a black and white screen suddenly showing a colour image? It was all very mysterious.

"We have another new innovation," said the presenter. "Try moving Donna's arm."

Keith did as he was asked but she was frozen solid, as had Doreen and the other ladies been when he had serviced them the previous day.

"It's difficult to get things off when they are like that, isn't it," said the presenter. "Press the yellow button and try moving Donna's arm again and see what happens."

Once more, Keith did as instructed and found that he could now move her arm. The movement was a bit stiff and it reminded him of seeing his little sister dressing and undressing her dolls when they were children.

"That should make life easier for you!" said the presenter. "Now tap her left leg gently with your hand."

Keith did as he was instructed and Donna's foot slowly lifted six inches off the ground and when the presenter asked him to tap it again, it lowered back into its original stance.

"Treat those two girls nicely, won't you?" said the presenter. "And don't forget, you can still press red to reveal if you wish. If you press it more than once, you'll get a pleasant surprise, and if you press the 'OK' button straight after, it will zoom in too!"

The screen suddenly went blank and flickered back to its original image. Now both screens were now showing their original pictures once more with Anne and Pauline still motionless in their positions by the counter. 

Keith's head was spinning as he tried to get his head around what had just happened but the sight of Alison and Donna standing innocently before him soon brought him back to his senses. He took a step towards Alison and unfastened her jacket then pulled her scarf free from the gold woggle which held it in place and pulled it slowly and seductively from around the collar of her blouse, the top button of which was already undone. He then unfastened the next two buttons and was met a modest cleavage encased in yet another layer of white shiny nylon material. He could feel his cock straining under his trousers ran his right hand over the front of her skirt then brought both hands up to massage and fondle her breasts over her blouse. He walked slowly round behind her, letting his left hand run between the shiny material and that of her bra, squeezing her breast gently as he did so.

He came and stood in front of her for a moment then knelt before her, running his hands once more over the front of her skirt, then sliding them up her nylon clad legs beneath it. He pulled the skirt up about six inches noting another pair of stocking welts, this time with three white suspenders attached to each one. Her lacy petticoat hem had somehow ridden up under her skirt and was dangling down at the front. He pulled it down and straight again, feeling all round under her skirt, until it sat evenly and then pulled her skirt back into position. 

Alison stared impassively ahead, seemingly oblivious to her fate as he brushed his hands over the front of her skirt once more, then moved then up over her body to her blouse. He unfastened another couple of buttons, leaving just one fastened above the waistband of her skirt. He pushed her jacket and blouse slightly away from her shoulders and pulled the front of her petticoat down and slightly away from her bra, which was white with multi-coloured daisies on it. This gave him more room to push his hands inside and molest them freely. Her breasts were small but very supple and he could feel the nipples stiffening under their protective covering.

Keith guessed she would be quite wet by now and inched her skirt and petticoat up above her stocking welts, exposing her briefs, which were not of the skimpy variety that he was expecting, but were quite full and were white with deep red daisy flowers and a tiny red scalloped border around the waistband and leg apertures. He ventured a finger inside the gusset and she was indeed dripping wet. He rubbed his fingers inside her for a few moments to stimulate her some more, and then withdrew them, cheekily twanging the white suspender straps which protruded from beneath them and held her stockings in place.

"Bernie, you're a very lucky man!" said Keith to himself as he held her skirt and petticoat up past her waist surveying the scene. How he wished that Kim and other ex-girlfriends he had known had worn such sexy and stimulating articles of clothing.

He let his left hand wander inside her briefs once more, while his right went back inside her petticoat, rubbing each breast alternately. Her juices were forming quite nicely and he withdrew from her and rubbed a bit on her lips, and then noticed Donna standing nearby, seemingly watching the proceedings, her lips slightly open, and he couldn't resist rubbing some of her colleague's juices on her lips too. 

He went back to Alison and unfastened the remaining visible button and pulled the blouse out of the waist band of her skirt. There was one other button which had been hidden and that too was soon undone and he pulled the two parts of the blouse apart. He ravished her breasts through her petticoat and bra for a moment and then walked round behind her and pulled up her skirt and petticoat from the back, exposing her briefs and suspenders and ran his fingers under the gusset once more.

He smiled, imagining what she would be saying and doing if she were able to participate with him, as he walked back round her, inspecting his handiwork. She looked quite dishevelled now, her jacket and blouse were wide open, and her skirt was rucked up about eight inches above her knees with around five inches of scalloped lace and white shiny nylon protruding below its hemline from all angles. Once behind her again, he lifted her skirt right up and gave a firm slap to each of her arse cheeks in turn. 

Her skirt was intruding on his long term intention which was to give her a good screwing so with a quick flick of the button and a short rasp on the little zip, he eased it over her hips. He had a bit of a struggle as its hem was higher up over her knee than usual but eventually it was in a position to slide gracefully down to her ankles. He remembered what the presenter had told him on the telephone and tapped each of her legs in turn, marvelling at how she lifted and dropped each foot to order so that he was able to pull the unwanted item away.

He stood back for a moment and admired his handiwork. Her petticoat had dropped back to its normal length as he had removed her skirt and now sat around four inches above her knee and she looked sexy and vulnerable at the same time. He then pulled her petticoat up right up over her breasts, exposing the floral briefs and bra, noting the white suspender belt whose fasteners disappeared inside her briefs and re-emerged to attach to the welts of her stockings. He put his right hand down inside the briefs and stroked her pussy, then ran his hands under the back of her blouse and jacket to unfasten her bra which he lifted forward and free of her breasts.

The front of her petticoat was now scrunched up under her chin, while her bra rested above her breasts. He was holding these aloft with his left hand as he leaned onto her and started licking her left teat and fondling her right breast with his right. After a minute or so, he swapped hands so that his right was now holding her underclothing up while he groped her left breast with his other one. After another couple of minutes, he let go of her clothing and ran his hands over her body to the waistband of her briefs. Her clothing slipped slightly but rested on the top of her breasts as he eased her briefs away and down to her ankles. A quick tap on each leg as before and he was able to disentangle easily.

Her pussy hairs matched those of her head but were naturally wispy and not as thick as he thought they were when he had groped inside her briefs earlier. He could see her clit quite clearly and it was already slightly open. His penis was hard under his trousers which he quickly removed together with his boxer shorts. It sprung out horizontal before him with the glans already back and a spec of precum at the tip. Gently he eased the tip into the opening, and her moist juices helped it ease into position. He moved her arms, still clad in her jacket and blouse to his shoulders as best he could and gripped her waist tight as he started to thrust her.

He took it quite steady to start with and it seemed strange to be doing it with somebody in complete silence. Julie had been very vociferous earlier, as had Lucy and his own girlfriend Kim the day before. It was almost like fucking a rubber doll, he thought as he banged away in his own thoughts. Alison was still staring ahead. Her petticoat had slipped down over her breasts, and was now resting on top of his arms. 

Keith could feel her juices fermenting within and it wasn't long before vast quantities of cum started running down the inside of her thighs as she shot his load deep inside her. There was no audible sign that she had had an orgasm but from the amounts that he could see and feel, there was obviously more than just his secretions and the moment of ecstasy had been reached. He withdrew from within her and wiped the end of his penis with a tissue. Her petticoat had slipped back towards its more usual position and he straightened it so that it rested just above her knee once more.

Around ten minutes before, Alison had been a well-dressed, well presented bank cashier. Now she stood impassively before him with her jacket and blouse wide open, with the V-neck of her petticoat displaying her cleavage. Her right hand petticoat strap together with the corresponding one of her bra, which was now unfastened and hanging loose over her breasts, had also slipped away from her shoulder meaning that half of her right breast was now on display to everyone. As if that wasn't enough, she was now commando and a small damp patch had appeared on the front of her petticoat where her juices had come into contact with it as Keith had straightened it.

Keith was still naked from the waist down and stood fondling his penis for a few moments. It was still semi erect and the sight of Donna standing innocently looking on soon caused it to rise again. He made quick work of her jacket and soon had her skirt sliding over her waist and had lowered it gently to the floor. Her salmon pink suspender straps could clearly be seen through the diaphanous material of her slip, attached to the dark welts of her stockings. Her slip seemed shorter in real life than when he had raised her skirt up to view it earlier and he could just see a glimpse of her pink panties through it peeking out from under the tail of her blouse. This was soon dispatched as well, leaving her in a white bra which seemed to do little to support her well-proportioned breasts.

Keith could now see her panties and suspender belt clearly through her slip and stood and admired the view for a moment before easing his fingers inside the waistband and lowering it to rest of top of her crumpled skirt round her ankles. Like Alison's petticoat, there was a tell-tale spot of dampness which showed up a deep red on the flimsy material. Dark hairs were pushing their way out from either side of her gusset and Keith had soon dispatched her panties the same way as he had her skirt and slip and he tapped each leg in turn to disentangle everything from around her ankles. He was surprised at just how naturally bushy she was down below, but soon found her opening and massaged it freely.

He stood up and had soon removed her bra, setting her breasts free. Her nipples were already large and standing taut following his earlier interventions and it was clear that she had been extremely turned on by him, and had found it very difficult to contain herself in front of her customer. As with Alison, Keith put her arms around his shoulders and presented the tip of his penis to her dripping entrance. He slid in quite easily, gripped her waist and pulled her towards him and was soon shafting away inside her. 

Everything took place in silence once more and all he could hear was his own little pants each time he pushed into her. Donna must have been on the verge of an orgasm on the counter because in less than a minute it was all over and he could feel her juices running down her legs and onto her stockings. He pulled out and surveyed his work and the two young ladies standing before him. He looked at the screens on the desk and could still see Pauline and Anne in the same positions as they had been frozen. He wiped the end of his penis on a tissue and pulled on his boxers and trousers, then picked up the remote. He pressed the red button and both ladies were instantly down to their underwear. Pauline could be clearly seen in a rather matronly white girdle and matching bra, with a pair of stockings attached to suspenders clipped onto the girdle. Anne, meanwhile, appeared to be wearing just a pair of white panties and a bra under her uniform, together with a pair of tights. A press of the 'OK' button confirmed his suspicions which were rather disappointing but it seemed that he had made the right choice. 

After five seconds, the screen returned to normal and Keith decided to press the 'Pause' button to resume things again. Both girls looked at each other in surprise, then down at themselves, before emitting a large scream in unison. Pauline could be seen rushing towards the back door and Anne was soon off her chair and following. Pauline opened the door to find Donna holding her blouse close to her breasts, but exposing her pussy area, while Alison had pulled her jacket and blouse together. Both were screaming and shouting and soon all four of them were soon embroiled in a big discussion as to what could have happened.

"One minute I was dressed normally, and the next I was like this!" wailed Donna, trying unsuccessfully to protect her modesty.

"And I was left in my petticoat!" sobbed Alison. "Someone's removed my skirt and knickers. My bra's undone and I feel like I've been...shagged!"

"Me too!" said Donna, wiping her tears with her blouse. "But at least you've got most of your clothes on, Alison!" she added, pointing to her colleague.

"That's impossible!" said Pauline. "There's no way out of here and there was only the two of you in here. You were only here a few minutes. Anne and I have been out there all the time. What's been going on? What have you two been doing?"




Remotely Controlled Ch. 03



She was good that afternoon. For the rest of the day she sat at her desk and did her work, sometimes pausing when I walked past as I started the vibe inside her. On one occasion I sat at the desk opposite her, and talked to her about a particular customer whilst I used the remote to pulse the vibe in her pussy; twice her head dropped as she nearly came, but a tap on the desk with a ruler brought her head back up and her eyes fixed on mine again as she tried to speak normally, fighting the urge to twitch and rub her clit on her chair. She came twice more that afternoon, the second time she closed her eyes tight and gripped the desk hard to stop any sound escaping as I stood with my boss next to her and chatted casually.

At half past five she rose and gathered her things together, said goodbye to her workmates and walked across the office towards the door. I had timed my own exit to coincide with hers, and managed to get to the door before her, holding it open and smiling at her as she walked towards me, watching her eyes widen as she walked into the range of the remote control and the vibe started up again. As she walked past me she thanked me, and I walked with her down the corridor, changing the intensity of the vibrations whilst chatting. As we got to her car I turned and faced her.

'No wanking before I get there.' I reminded her, 'You do want to please me don't you?' 

She nodded.

I followed her most of the way to her flat, but then stopped in the garage for a few minutes, so arrived slightly after her.

She opened the door, and I saw that her bags lay on the floor as though dumped in a hurry, and she had a slight flush around her cheeks. I knew what she had been doing.

'You've been playing with your pussy.' It wasn't a question. I pulled her down the corridor and into the bedroom, sat on the bed and pulled her across my knees. I could see the discarded vibrator on the floor. Holding both her wrists in one hand I lifted her skirt and exposed her panties. I rubbed my hand across the silk, gently following the curves until I raised my hand and brought it sharply down, repeating the action twice. She squirmed.

'Are you sorry?' I asked. She didn't reply. I smacked her again, twice, harder, raising my hand to allow the sting to spread.

'Are you sorry?' I asked again. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

I kept her across my knee, and dropped my hand back to her panties. I eased them down, exposing her smooth but glowing cheeks. My head dropped and I kissed them whilst my hand gently stroked up and down her legs, gently parting them and moving to her inner thighs, higher with each return until they found her wet pussy. I kissed her thighs, and ran my tongue up and across her until it slipped between her cheeks, running between her pussy and her anus, probing each one in turn. I heard her gasp, so I lifted her off me and stood her up. I removed her blouse and bra, and spent some time running my hands over her tits, playing with each of her nipples in turn, feeling them harden under my grip. I removed my tie and used it to bind her hands together, then pushed her to her knees and guided her hands to the bulge in my trousers, rubbing up and down until I loosened my trousers and released my erection. I grasped her head and guided her mouth onto it, her bound hands cupping my balls while she sucked and played with my stiffening cock.

I stepped back, then I laid her on the bed and tied the loose end of my tie to the frame, so that she was laying face up with her arms above her head. I removed her panties and skirt, and, taking a pair of stockings out of one of her drawers, I tied her legs to the frame as well, so that she was immovably exposed.

I ran my hands up and down, playing with her nipples, then moving down her body teasing her pussy and her anus, never entering, only playing and stimulating. My tongue followed, and I spent some time licking her pussy, rolling my tongue round her lips and clit, while one finger gently probed her anus. She moaned and pushed her hips towards me, and I moved away, sliding up her body until I was lying on top of her. I kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart with my tongue , and she responded with a growl which seemed to come up from deep inside her. I sat up, and slid further up her body until I could push her tits up around my cock, then slowly started to fuck them.

'Do you want to come?' I asked. She nodded eagerly back at me. 

'Tell me then,' I replied, 'Ask me to let you come.'

'Please,' she said, 'Please let me come. Oh God please let me, I need to come now...' 

I nodded. 

'OK, but first you need to please me.' I said.

And I moved up her body and pushed my cock into her mouth. She sucked at it, eyes closed and moaning as her hips moved against the bed, trying to find a way of rubbing her pussy on something, searching for satisfaction. I kept my cock in her mouth and guided her head backwards and forwards, as her writhing increased underneath me.

Eventually I pushed her head back down and moved down, ending with my cock positioned at the entrance to her pussy. She could feel it brush against her, and tried to push down, to force it in. I held it there and then slowly moved forwards until it just entered her. She groaned aloud as she felt it. I allowed the head to enter her and then stopped, waited a moment and withdrew. She gasped and looked up at me. 

'No...' she said, confused. I pushed my cock against her clit and she gasped again, then moaned as I moved it around her pussy, up and down the lips and clit. I penetrated her again, but again stopped and withdrew, repeating the process several times until I could feel the inside of her pussy pushing against me as I tried to enter, the walls so swollen and tight that it was resisting even the slightest entry.

She lay absolutely still, muscles tensed, eyes closed, fists clenched above her head, concentrating solely on her pussy, as I entered her again, but this time I didn't stop, pushing my cock deep inside her until my balls slammed against her and I held my self there, filling her and feeling the beginnings of her orgasm against my cock. I began to move slowly back and forth, and she pushed her head back slightly and arched her back, pushing her clit down onto the top of my cock, the ridges and veins stimulating her even more as I moved in and out, grinding against her pelvis when deep inside, then back and pausing with just the head inside before powering in again.

Her orgasm came suddenly and strongly, she arched and twitched as she cried out, and I kept moving faster and harder, slamming against her clit with each thrust. She kept coming for what seemed like an age, and her arms pulled against the restraint as she writhed underneath me as though the stimulation was too much, too intense. My own orgasm was on its way now, and I felt my balls tighten as it began. One final thrust and my come was pouring into her while I gasped and kissed her mouth and face. We both writhed and gasped as our orgasms left us, but I kept my cock inside her so that I could feel any last spasms going through her. We kissed, deep and long and I reached up and released her arms from the frame of the bed, so that she could bring them both down and over me, hugging me hard. I didn't unbind them though. The evening wasn't over yet.



Remotely Controlled Ch. 03



Keith Bradford lived with his girlfriend, Kim, in a small flat in a small market town in the English Midlands. It was Friday 11th July 2014 and he had been looking forward to watching the World Cup Final which was taking place a couple of days later. Unfortunately, his old television set had failed and a close friend had deemed it irreparable so he had been forced to buy a new one and while in the electrical store, he had found a television remote control unit lying on a display stand which he discovered had some rather unique functions. One of these was the ability to pause time, whilst another was to send people into slow motion, either forwards or backwards and the most intriguing of all was the ability to go back in time. Whilst in the store, and on another occasion on a bank's CCTV screen, Keith had received instructions from a well-known television news presenter on the various functions on the remote which had come in very handy.

So far Keith had been transported back to the exact day forty years previously in 1974 and had found that one of the advantages of ladies being frozen in time was that they were helpless to any advances that he made on them. He had discovered a whole new generation who wore different styles of clothing to those worn by Kim and the vast majority of females back in the twenty-first century. Many of them wore multiple layers of clothing, some of which were extremely sensual and sexy and he had had the fortune to pleasure a few of these ladies in and out of their attire. The icing on the cake was the fact that he was invisible to everyone he encountered on his travels and although he could see them, they could only feel him, if they were lucky!

On the first occasion on the Friday when he had been transported back, Keith had managed to fully pleasure a customer in a clothes shop, followed by his girlfriend twice when he returned to real time. On the next day he had managed to entertain a sales assistant in the same store, two bank clerks in the staff room at their bank and a mature housewife in a park, as well as stimulating the juices of other females in various ways on both days, either by the use of his fingers, or by using a bread stick commandeered from a lady's shopping basket.

All this activity had made him very tired and Keith slept soundly again that night and was awake by half past seven. It was now Sunday morning, the day of the big match, and he got up and made himself some breakfast before Kim arrived home from her job as a night carer in an old people's residential home. He sat in the lounge watching the Breakfast Television programme on the new television set as he ate. The two presenters, one male and one female, were discussing the football World Cup Final that was being played later that evening and who was likely to win it. He had seen the female, who was called Dawn Daley, on the previous two days giving him advice about the use of the remote; however he wasn't paying particular attention to her at that moment as he was thinking about what he was going to do later that day. He was flicking through a copy of the previous day's newspaper when the male presenter announced a commercial break. The usual assortment of trashy adverts followed and then suddenly he was aware that someone was speaking his name. He looked around thinking that Kim had come home early then went back to his paper.

"Hi, Keith!" he heard a female voice say.

He looked round again and could still see nobody. He was about to go out of the door towards the front door when the voice spoke again.

"Hi Keith, it's me Dawn!" said the female voice.

Keith looked round in amazement. Dawn was speaking to him once more, this time directly from his television set. She was sitting alone at her news desk, wearing a yellow blouse which was open at the neck.

She was quite attractive, aged in her early thirties, with blond, curly, shoulder length hair. She was often the subject of many posts on social media speculating about what she wore underneath her many outfits while on air. Sometimes she would sit on a red semi-circular sofa and some people claimed they had seen sightings of stocking tops and other items and had posted videos, some of which were in slow motion, to try and prove their point. Of course, Keith knew her secrets. He had seen everything two days earlier when she had told him how to reveal her them. She stood up and started walking to the screen across the studio where he had seen her before, and he could see she wore a tight black knee length skirt, nude coloured hosiery and black court shoes. As she did so, she started talking to him once more.

"So you're really getting the hang of things with the remote now, aren't you?" she said. "You certainly got to grips with the two bank clerks yesterday, not to mention the lady in the park. Would you like to know a few more tricks that we've devised for it?"

Keith nodded and dashed into the spare room to get the remote control unit so that he could see what she was wearing under her clothes, courtesy of the unit's 'Reveal' button. To his relief, she was still there, waiting for him.

"We know that you like pleasuring the ladies, and we saw how successful you were yesterday in getting Julie to undress and perform for you, so now we've made it a lot easier," she said. "All you have to do now is press the Green button and either tap them on the shoulder or ask them directly if you know their name then you can interact with them. You can ask them to do something and they'll do it for you and only those people you communicate with will be able to see you. One other thing, when you press the 'Back' button, it will bring you back to the exact minute that you went away. You could go for hours, days even and not miss a single thing while you were away. We think of everything!"

She stood in front of the screen for a moment and Keith seized his chance. He pointed the remote at the screen and pressed the 'Reveal' button. Instantly her blouse and skirt disappeared, revealing a very short black full slip beneath. Dawn smiled at him. 

"I knew you would do that sooner or later!" she said smiling at him. "We know your little fetish for these items, so I thought I'd wear this little number especially for you today. Do you like it?"

She ran her hands sexily down the front of it.

"Oh yes," said Keith, rubbing the front of his trousers. "I wish more ladies these days would wear them."

"I do wear them quite often," said Dawn. "It doesn't do to have one's VPL showing through your clothes on national television. Besides, it gives those who monitor what I wear on screen and who watch my movements on the sofa something to talk about on social media. Apart from my husband, you are the only other person who knows my little secrets!"

The five second viewing period had long since passed when she had finished speaking and her outer clothes had reappeared, so Keith pressed the button again to reveal her underwear once more. Her slip was quite short and hung from her shoulders by two thin straps. He could see the outline of her panties embossed through it and pressed the 'Reveal' button once more. The slip disappeared and she was left in a dark blue lacy bra and matching skimpy panties. Once more, her hosiery was in the form of lacy hold-up stockings. The five second viewing period had passed all too soon and soon she was fully clothed again.

"Did you enjoy that?" said Dawn. "Next time, you'll have to be a bit quicker, and maybe you can go all the way! You've had your two chances now!"

Keith was rubbing the front of his trousers and longed to relieve himself, however he didn't want to waste any of his juices and vowed to find a suitable target as soon as possible. The commercial break had finished, and Dawn was once more behind her desk and had been joined by a male guest to review the day's newspapers.

It was about half past eight when Kim arrived home and as with the previous morning, she made herself some toast and a cup of tea and once she had finished it, she went off to bed leaving Keith with instructions to wake her at half past four.

Keith fetched the red drawstring bag from the spare room and put the remote control back into it. He looked at the box of breadsticks which were beginning to go a bit dry and crumbly and decided to throw them away when he got back to the park. He wondered what he could use if he needed to stimulate anybody and found a spare vibrator that Kim used to use, but she now had a more powerful one to satisfy her needs when he was not around. 

The old vibrator was pink and in the shape of a medium sized penis. He flicked the little switch to check it still worked okay and placed it in the bag with the breadsticks and the remote. He also took a number of paper tissues from a box in the kitchen knowing they would be handy for cleaning up any leftover residues. It was a fine sunny day outside and he had decided just to wear a t-shirt and a pair of red football shorts, together with his trainers. He had found it difficult to manoeuvre once or twice with a pair of trousers and boxer shorts round his ankles and had decided to leave his boxers at home as well.

He was about to go out when he heard someone knock on the door to the flat and opened it to find Lynda, the young lady who lived in the flat opposite, standing there.

"Oh...um...sorry to bother you," she said rather awkwardly. "I was wondering if your electricity was working, only I can't get my toaster to work, my alarm clock is blank and I've no lights either. I came in about one o'clock this morning and switched the bedroom light on and suddenly everything went off. I didn't know what to do and didn't want to wake anybody and I only had the light of my mobile to go by so I just went to bed like this and waited until this morning."

Keith eyed her up with interest. She was around five feet tall, and slightly stocky in build. She was wearing a black cardigan, a short red and black stripy dress, black tights and black pump shoes. Her hair was collar length, mainly brown, but with a few red streaks in it and she had brown eyes. He'd seen her around a few times, just to say hello to, as she hadn't been living there long. She was a few years younger than him and lived alone but Kim used to see her quite a bit and had invited her in for coffee on a couple of occasions.

"I expect it's your fuse box that needs resetting," said Keith running his eyes over her body and deciding that here was a perfect example to test his latest instruction out on. "When you switched the light on, the bulb's probably blown and it's caused a small overload. It's quite common and nothing to worry about. I was just on my way out, but if you'll give me a few minutes to get ready, I'll call by when I go".

"Oh thank you Keith!" said Lynda. "I'll go back and wait for you then."

Keith nodded and closed the door as she walked away. He picked up his bag and took one last look at Kim, who was tucked up in bed and sleeping peacefully. He carefully closed the front door and walked across the corridor to Lynda's and knocked gently on her door. She opened it almost at once and he walked inside.

"So let's have a look at your fuse box then," said Keith.

"It's in the kitchen," said Lynda and she led him through the lounge into it. 

She opened a large cupboard door and the fuse box sat on the wall next to the gas and electricity meters. Keith could see immediately that the large red master switch was facing in the opposite direction to all the other trip switches and flicked it up. Immediately, the kitchen light came on, together with the radio on the worktop.

"Oh, Keith you're a life saver!" said Lynda. "I was so worried that I might have to call out the electricity people and it was as simple as that. Thank you so much!"

"No problem!" said Keith. "I'm glad I could help. If ever you need a hand anytime, just knock on my door!"

"Oh I will!" she said. "Are you going anywhere special today?"

"No," said Keith. "I'll have a walk into town and see what's what and then come back here for lunch. I can't do much because Kim's just come off night duty and she's asleep in bed at the moment and I don't want to disturb her too much. Anyway, let me check your bedroom light before I go."

Lynda nodded as Keith picked up his bag. They walked through the lounge to the bedroom and Lynda stood just inside and tried the light switch. Nothing happened and she could see that Keith was correct and that the bulb had blown. She soon found a new one and Keith replaced the old one with it.

"Right!" he said when he had done it. "I'd better be off then."

He picked up his bag again and started rummaging around inside it pretending to look for his mobile phone.

"That's funny," he said. "I think I've left my mobile back in the flat."

"Oh I've done that before now," said Lynda. "I got halfway to work one day before I discovered it. I was lost for the day I can tell you! Just imagine it, me without my mobile; no texts, no Facebook etc. I had over a hundred texts to answer when I got home."

Keith wasn't listening. He had found the remote and pressed the green button. As soon as she finished speaking, he turned to face her.

"Lynda, please take off your cardigan and your dress!" he said calmly and with a slightly nervous quiver in his voice, hoping that the remote would work. If it didn't, he would have had some explaining to do!

He needn't have worried as Lynda immediately tugged off her cardigan and tossed it onto the large double bed then stooped slightly forward. Her dress had quite a wide neckline and there were no zips or buttons to contend with so she simply crossed her hands as she grabbed the hem of it and lifted it steadily upwards until it was clear of her body. It turned inside out as she did so and she soon shook it back to its correct form again and it too went on the bed.

Keith's cock jerked upright at the sight before him. He could see her slender black panties silhouetted under the waistband of her tights whilst her tits sat encased in a vivid pink half cup push up bra, with just a small piece of material separating the two cups.

"Release your magnificent breasts from their restraint," he said, and watched as she reached behind and deftly unfastened the tiny hooks and eyes.

Her huge breasts tumbled forward and the nipples stood out firmly in front of them.

"Play with them, manipulate them!" said Keith.

Lynda began to finger her breasts readily, kneading them in her hands, rubbing them together and pulling the teats taut with the tips of her fingers. She stood with her eyes closed, almost in a trance, murmuring gently to herself.

"Good, Good!" urged Keith. "Keep going!"

Lynda didn't need any encouragement. She was now deep in concentration as she pushed and pulled her breasts in all directions with increasing momentum. Keith watched her for a few minutes, listening to her groans slowly increasing. He guessed she must be quite wet by now.

"Okay Lynda, that's enough for now, "he said. "Why don't you remove those tights and panties before you have an accident?"

She kicked off her shoes and slid her fingers inside the waistband of her tights. They were soon off and her panties followed immediately afterwards. Her pussy was completely shaven and her slit could easily be seen.

"Have a play with yourself," he encouraged. "Make yourself cum!"

Lynda inserted the middle finger of her left hand between her cunt lips and started playing deep down inside whilst fondling her tits in turn with her right. She was clearly very excited and it wasn't long before the juices started flowing freely down the inside of her thighs. She groaned loudly as more and more spewed forth until there was one final loud groan and she sat down panting on the edge of the bed.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, Lynda?" said Keith.

"Oh yes," she said.

"And do you get to do that often?" he said.

"I've never done it before!" she replied. "That was my first time."

"Well I'm sure it won't be your last, you never know, you may get lucky again sometime soon," said Keith. "Why don't you lie back for a bit and entertain yourself?"

Lynda did just that and lay with her legs dangling over the end of the bed with her finger once more inside her. She was a nice enough girl, and on any other day he would have given her a good shagging but on this occasion he decided to save his seed for some other lucky recipient back in time. He left her to it and closed the door behind him and walked down to the park. It was just after ten o'clock and the only people around were an elderly couple walking their dog. The children's play area was empty so he pressed the 'Back' button again and was immediately transported back into 1974.

The children's play area was once more empty and as it was Sunday morning, Keith could hear the bells of the nearby church calling people to worship. A few people were walking along the pathway towards the distant building and Keith followed them, passing the place where he had entertained Christine the previous day.

When he got to the far end, there was a bus waiting at the stop and a few people were sitting on it waiting for it to depart. It was a double deck vehicle, one of the old rear entrance, open platform models which had a conductor to collect the fares. Keith decided to hitch a free ride to town and climbed aboard. He sat downstairs on the side seat just inside, knowing that it would be easier to move from if somebody wanted to sit there as he was now once more invisible.

The conductor was a female, commonly known as a 'clippie'. Keith eyed her up as she got on board and gave the starting signal to the driver. She was in her late thirties, and wore a blue nylon uniform jacket with her badge number attached to it, navy blue trousers and a white blouse with a navy blue tie. She also wore a blue hat with the company's initials on it. Her change bag was slung across her left shoulder so that it rested against her right thigh while her ticket machine was slung over the opposite shoulder and sat only a few inches below her left breast. She was quite slender and Keith could see her firm arse cheeks filling out her trousers on the few occasions that she went upstairs.

The journey to town only lasted around ten minutes, and as the bus got nearer, an old man got on and sat next to Keith, while another lady sat opposite. As the clippie turned her back to collect the lady's fare, Keith couldn't resist giving her a slap on the backside. Thinking it was the old man, she spun round sharply and gave him an extremely black look but said nothing. The old man, who was none the wiser, merely grinned at her and she spent the rest of the journey standing in her place on the platform glaring at him.

There weren't many people around in the town centre. Sunday trading laws hadn't yet come into force so all the shops, banks and offices were closed. There were no cafes or restaurants open either and the few pubs operated to strict licencing hours and didn't open until midday.

Keith wandered slowly up the street. A few people were window shopping, but most seemed to be heading in the direction of the railway station a few hundred yards along the road. It seemed as good a place as any to go, he thought to himself, as there might even be a lonesome damsel or two there that he could console perhaps.

He crossed over the road and carried on walking towards the station. Just before he got to it, he came to the Royal Station Hotel, a large building which had been built over a hundred years before when the railway had first come to the town. He decided to go in and check it out, thinking perhaps that there may be an eligible guest, a waitress perhaps or even a cleaning lady who may like a bit of cheering up on a Sunday morning.

The main entrance was reached up a couple of stone steps and then through a large four-part revolving door. Once inside, he was faced with a huge ornate reception area with two large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a grand staircase at the far end. He could imagine that in its day, it would be full of elegantly dressed ladies and dapper looking gentlemen. There would be liveried bell boys to carry the luggage and perhaps even a footman on the door to keep out 'common' people such as himself. The large reception desk on the right hand side looked well-polished, but closer inspection revealed a few rough edges where one could easily get a splinter if one wasn't careful.




Remotely Controlled Ch. 03



Behind it stood one of the receptionists and she was talking to a man and a woman who looked as though they were paying their bill before departure. She was quite attractive, in her early forties, with short, curly auburn hair. She wore the corporate hotel uniform of a dark red skirt suit with a cream coloured blouse and a large matching bow tied at the neck. An oval cream coloured badge with her name 'Trudy Matthews' written in maroon was pinned to the lapel of her jacket.

Keith went and stood at the end of the counter listening to the conversation between them and eyeing up Trudy's shapely knees which he could just see below the hem of her skirt.

"Well, Mrs & Mrs Smith, I do hope you've enjoyed your stay with us," she said. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Oh yes, eventually," said Mr Smith as Mrs Smith turned red and giggled slightly. "What I mean is I heard the trains a few times during the night."

"Well I hope you weren't disturbed too much," said Trudy.

"Oh no," said Mrs Smith. "It was just for the one night but at least it was a break away from the children."

"How many do you have?" asked Trudy politely.

"Two," said Mr Smith.

"Three!" said Mrs Smith at exactly the same moment. "You're forgetting the baby, dear!" she added.

"Oh, yes, how could I forget him!" said Mr Smith.

"Her!" corrected Mrs Smith. "Really Gordon, fancy you forgetting how many children we have, not to mention whether they are boys or girls!"

"Sorry, Moira," said Gordon, looking a little sheepish. "We...um...have two girls and one boy."

Trudy smiled as she counted out a bundle of bank notes which Mr Smith had given as payment. She placed them in the drawer and locked it, then signed the couple's receipt.

"Well, Mr and Mrs Smith, I do hope that you'll have a pleasant journey home and that you'll come and stay with us again soon," she said sweetly.

The slight intonation of sarcasm in her voice made Keith guess what she had been thinking, which was that Mr and Mrs Smith were not actually married to each other. Mr Smith looked around fifty years of age and was short with grey hair which was thinning rapidly, and he was dressed in grey flannel trousers, a blue checked shirt and navy blue tie and a black blazer. Mrs Smith on the other hand looked a good twenty years or so younger. She was quite attractive, with thick, strawberry blond shoulder length hair, held in place by a white Alice band and even though it was the middle of July, she wore a dark brown fur coat over a red velvet knee length dress, black hosiery and black stiletto heeled shoes. A small red vanity case stood at her feet.

Keith looked at her, then at Trudy. Maybe it was time for a little threesome, he thought. His mum had often mentioned the phrase 'Fur coat and no knickers' when she thought that a lady was behaving above her normal stature. Now was the time to find out the truth about Mrs Smith! He reached into the bag and pressed the green button.

"Moira, look in your handbag, and then tell Gordon that you think you've left your purse in the bedroom and you need to go back for it," he said. 

Moira did as he requested and repeated to Gordon what Keith had told her. She picked up the vanity case and the room key which was still on the desk top and Keith mentally noted the number. He watched as she walked elegantly up the staircase and his cock quivered slightly under his shorts.

"Gordon, go and buy a newspaper from the station bookstall and then come back and wait in the lobby. I'm sure Moira won't be too long," he said."

Gordon did as instructed and the last Keith saw of him was as he disappeared through the revolving doors with his suitcase in his hand. 

"Trudy, tell your colleague that you're going to check on Housekeeping, then come up to room 24 in ten minutes please," he said nonchalantly.

Trudy nodded. Everyone else in the reception area was going about their business as normal as Keith hurried up the staircase in pursuit of his goal. He soon found room 24 and knocked at the door.

"Come in," said Moira from inside.

Keith opened the door and went in. The bed was still unmade, with the previous night's bedclothes ruffled up at the end waiting to be collected by the Housekeeping staff. It was a king size divan bed and Moira was sitting on the end of it, looking into her handbag.

"I've found my purse," she said brightly. "It was in my bag all the time! I don't know what made me think that it was still in the room!" 

"Oh, well these things happen," said Keith. "I'm Keith, by the way. Who is Gordon, is he your boss?"

Moira giggled.

"No," she said blushing. "My husband and I, and Gordon and his wife belong to a swinger's club in Manchester. We often go away for the weekend and meet other couples but not on home territory in case we're seen and recognised. Sometimes we all meet as a group at someone's house."

"Oh right," said Keith. "So where's your husband now?"

"He's in room 39 with Maureen, that's Gordon's wife. They are down as Mr and Mrs White in the register! We all live in Manchester and came here on the same train from Sheffield and then came in here as different couples. The only problem is, is that Gordon is a bit of a train spotter. He spent half the night standing at the window watching bloody trains! Every time he was about to get amorous, a train sounded its horn and he was up trying to see what engine was pulling it. Of all the hotels he could have picked, he picked The Royal Bloody Station Hotel!"

"So you didn't actually get to do anything?" said Keith.

Moira shook her head and Keith chuckled. She was obviously a little frustrated and had been promised a good time. Well, she was about to get one.

"Start undressing, but keep your shoes on!" he said casually and watched as Moira stood up and pulled the two parts of the coat apart. She shrugged it from her shoulders revealing her red short sleeved dress which had a small red collar and two buttons to fasten it, together with a red cord tied around her waist.

"That's a nice fur coat, just lay it on the bed for now," he said. "Did Gordon buy you that?"

"No, my husband bought it for my birthday last month. It was my thirtieth," said Moira, untying the cord from her waist. "It's not real fur, but it's ever so nice and soft. It's only the second time I've worn it."

"Isn't it a bit warm for July?" asked Keith as she laid the cord on the bed and unfasted each of the buttons at her collar.

"It's not too bad," said Moira, hitching her dress up to her waist and revealing a very short, slinky black satin petticoat with an intricate lace hem. "It's for show really. When you come to a posh place like this, you have to dress the part."

She eased the dress further up over her breasts and carefully pulled her arms from each of the sleeves.

"So do you have any kids?" said Keith.

"Yes," said Moira as she lifted the dress over her head and her petticoat appeared in its entirety. "We have three, my eldest daughter is five, then we have a little boy who is three and my youngest daughter is seven months. This is the first time we've been away without them since she was born. My parents are looking after them. They know we've gone away but not what for."

"Hang the dress in the wardrobe," said Keith, ogling her slender body. "We don't want to crease it, do we?"

Moira turned and walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and Keith's cock was like a tent pole at the sight of her petticoat sexily clinging to her body as she walked. She opened the door and pulled out a hanger and carefully slipped the dress over the little hooks at the ends then hung it on the rack before closing the door again.

As she walked back, she eased the slender straps of her petticoat down and slid it over her hips. She carefully stepped out of it revealing a pair of very skimpy looking black panties, a matching bra and a pair of sexy black stockings, each held in place by two suspenders clipped to a black suspender belt. She laid the petticoat on a chair near the window and turned and towards the bed and unclipped her bra. Keith ogled her tits as they were released from within. They weren't overly large but were quite round and firm and the nipples were already half cocked. She laid it with the petticoat and she had soon slid her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. Her bush was neatly trimmed and Keith could just make out her slit amongst them as she stooped to pick them up and laid them with her bra.

"Put your coat back on and lie on the bed," ordered Keith and watched as she did so. She pulled it around her and sat on the bed, bringing her legs round and laying back with her head on the pillow.

"This is nice," she murmured. "I just love the feel of this fur against my bare skin." 

She noticed Keith bulging prick under his shorts.

"Why not come and join me?" she said patting the right hand side of the mattress. "You look as though you need some relief!"

Keith did just that and was soon beside her. She pushed the front of his shorts down a little way and his prick sprang out, upright and erect. Moira fingered it readily with her right hand as Keith lay beside her.

"Tell me Moira," he said. "I guess that being in a Swingers Club you'll have been with other women, right?"

"Oh yes, a few times when we have a group session," she said. "If there's not enough pricks to go around, a pussy will do just as well!"

"So if another lady was to walk in here now, you'd have no qualms about going with her then," Keith added.

"Definitely not," said Moira running her right hand along his shaft. "The more the merrier!"

"Okay," said Keith. "I want you to seduce the next person who walks in here, regardless of whether they are male or female. Do whatever you feel is necessary. Do you understand?"

Moira nodded and continued her gentle manipulation of his cock. The glans were now out and she noticed a spot of precum at the tip. She was about to lean forward to lick it off when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said Moira, still stroking Keith's cock.

The door opened and in walked Trudy. She closed the door behind her and stopped suddenly when she saw Moira and Keith lying next to each other on the unmade bed.

"Come and join us," said Moira, shuffling towards the middle and patting the mattress with her left hand. "It's very comfy!"

"What? I mean...I don't know..." began Trudy, a little taken aback. "No, I mustn't. I mean it's not right."

"Come on now," said Moira. "Surely it's not the first time that you've walked in on a couple entertaining themselves. Don't you feel just a little bit...excited?"

Trudy blushed. The sight of Keith's huge cock being stroked by Moira had immediately excited her and it was true that she had encountered amorous couples in the past but this was the first time that she had been invited to join in. Normally she would just make her apologies and leave but for a moment she just stood watching and said nothing.

She was also unaware that Moira wasn't wearing much under the fur coat until she slid across the bed and the two halves of her coat parted exposing her naked torso and stocking covered legs. She walked round the bed to where Trudy was standing and smiled at her. Her coat was now wide enough apart for Trudy to see her neatly trimmed pussy and her firm breasts. Moira cupped her cheeks in her hands and kissed her gently on the lips. The sensation of the fur sleeves against her skin sent goosebumps down Trudy's spine and she swallowed hard. Moira kissed her again and Trudy clumsily responded, not sure of how to react.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" asked Moira, taking hold of Trudy's hands and bringing them up to her own breasts.

"N...n...no," stammered Trudy still unsure of what to do next.

"Feel them, stroke them," said Moira, her hands now on Trudy's waist. "Come on, don't be shy!"

Trudy ran her fingers over Moira breasts. The gold signet ring on the ring finger on her right hand accidently brushed against the nipple on Moira's right breast and she stopped abruptly.

"I'm s...so s...sorry," she stammered. "I h...hope I didn't h...hurt you."

"No of course not," said Moira gently. "Come on; let me show you how it's done."

She led Trudy round to the left hand side of the bed in full view of Keith, who was still lying on the right hand side slowly stroking the shaft of his cock. She unfastened the two buttons that held the jacket together and pulled it apart, running her hands over Trudy's breasts. 

Trudy jumped as she did this and she alternatively looked at Moira, then down at her own bosom as Moira traced the outline of her breasts under the blouse. She leaned forward with her hands on Trudy's hips and kissed her once more on the lips, trying gently to probe inside her mouth with her tongue. Trudy was kissing her back but more in a way of when someone is saying goodbye than in a sensual way. She could feel Moira's hands feeling her way over her upper body and was also beginning to feel excited down below. This thought had also crossed Moira's mind and she broke off from her kissing and fondling and knelt down before her. 

"Pull your skirt up a bit", she said to Trudy.

Trudy did as she was told and hitched her skirt up about three or four inches. Keith looked on, wondering if another lacy hemline was destined to appear. 

"No, higher," urged Moira, and Trudy duly obliged by hitching her skirt up another few inches.

Moira ran her hands over the smooth nylon up to her crotch area and Trudy jumped each time she felt her hands pass over her groin.

"I think you're nearly ready," said Moira standing up. "It's a shame you're wearing tights but never mind, let's get these things off. Come on, I'll give you a hand."

Trudy looked a little bewildered as Moira moved behind her and eased her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms and away before laying it on top of her own clothes. Her fingers then went straight to the zip on the left hand side of Trudy's skirt and she then flicked the little button just above it and eased the waistband away over her hips. Keith looked on in anticipation as let another sexy lacy hemline appeared, this time in a delicate cream colour.

Trudy stepped out of her skirt and as Moira tidied it away with the rest of the clothes, she pulled at the ends of the bow and pulled the thin strip of material free from under her collar. Moira took it from her as she started to unfasten the buttons down the front of her blouse, then those at the end of her sleeves before she slipped it off. Her petticoat was short and sexy with thin ribbon straps and a large V-neck which showed off her ample cleavage.

Moira was already hitching it up and it was soon dispatched to the clothes pile as Trudy kicked off her shoes. She seemed to have suddenly cast off her inhibitions and her hands were now inside the waistband of her tights which masked her pure white panties. She got into a bit of a tangle as she took them off and fell back on the bed laughing. Moira helped her to remove them and now there was only her white panties and matching bra between her and her birthday suit. She felt Moira unfasten the clasp at the back of her bra and shyness suddenly overtook her once more. As the straps slid down her arms, she brought her hands up and covered her breasts with them.

"Come on now, what's the matter?" said Moira gently prising her hands away and lifting her bra away. "You've got fantastic boobs. Why hide them away?"

She cupped each of Trudy's breasts in her hand and squeezed them gently. They were not as large or firm as Moira's and were slightly conical in shape with the nipples sitting proudly on the end. Moira manipulated each one, using her thumbs to tweak the end of them and Trudy flinched slightly. This was something different to her and she really felt very excited. Not only that, as Moira moved her arms over her body, she could feel the sensation of the fur coat rubbing against her skin.

Her nipples were soon erect and standing proud and Moira licked the tips of each one gently. Trudy started reciprocating to Moira what she was doing to her and soon the two women were kissing and fondling each other's' tits quite readily.

"Take off your panties and lie back on the bed," said Moira after a few minutes.

Trudy slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them revealing a multitude of blond, wispy hairs around her cunt entrance which were not concealing it very well. At the same time Moira slipped out of the fur coat and walked to the wardrobe and hung it on a hanger as Trudy climbed onto the bed and lay back with her head on the pillow watching her. Moira walked back to the bed and knelt on the end of it. She took each of Trudy's legs in turn and carefully manoeuvred them so that her knees were bent towards the ceiling and her legs were spread apart. She gently parted her cunt lips with her fingers and put her head down between her thighs and licked them with her tongue.

"Ohh," gasped Trudy, in surprise as she felt Moira's tongue slide over them.

Moira said nothing and burrowed her head slightly further into Trudy's groin. Every now and then, she would allow her tongue to poke just inside the cavity.

"Oh God!" muttered Trudy, squirming slightly as her new friend's tongue dug a little deeper.

Moira was gripping Trudy's waist as the performance continued and her backside was now high in the air with her legs slightly apart. Keith slid off his side of the bed but neither lady noticed him as they were both too preoccupied. 

Trudy's hands were flat on the mattress either side of her body as Keith dropped his shorts and his enormous prick fully sprang out ready for battle. There was just enough room for him to position himself behind Moira and he could see her own orifice open and ready for action. The hairs surrounding it were already glistening with drops of her cum and he steadied his cock inside her and started thrusting. She was aware that she was now the central character, who was now pleasuring Trudy, as well as being pleasured herself, but it didn't deter her from her task.

"God! This is wonderful!" murmured Trudy as Moira continued. 

She was groaning and panting with ecstasy as she felt her juices building up inside her. Moira's tongue was now probing deeper and occasionally she would make contact with her clit which would provoke yet another verbal comment.

Moira too could feel her juices fermenting nicely, while Keith's cock was tensing and throbbing in readiness to send jets of hot sperm deep inside her. 

""I'm coming!" shouted Trudy suddenly, "Oh...oh, this is it, this is..."

She never got the last word out as with a huge groan her juices exploded onto the bedsheet.

Moira was still crouched down with her tongue furiously taking in as much of Trudy's juices as she could. She could feel Keith's cock banging away inside her and her own body tensed with anticipation as she too came to a climax as Keith opened up inside her and filled her up. Only then did she cease her actions.

Keith withdrew from her and surveyed the scene. Trudy was still flat out on the mattress, with her legs still apart and her knees in the air, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if it really was eleven o'clock on a Sunday morning and she had just had the fuck of her life or whether she was in a pleasant erotic dream. Moira was slowly coming up for air and slivers of cum still hung round the tip of her chin from where the excess had dribbled down. She climbed off the bed and Keith ran his right hand gently across her cheek and gathered up the residue on his middle finger and sucked it. He climbed back on the end of the bed and shuffled up towards Trudy. He kissed her body tenderly and fingered her tits which were rock hard and then presented his cock to her opening. 

"Oh God!" Trudy exclaimed yet again as she felt it slide into her and her muscles tighten around it.




Remotely Controlled Ch. 03



She swallowed hard as Keith started thrusting away steadily inside her making little grunting noises each time she felt his cock hit the back of her cervix. Moira sat on the edge of the bed, gently fingering herself and watching with interest as the grunts grew louder and more intense. Trudy's body was once more tensing in readiness and her hands were gripping Keith's waist s tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

"I'm coming!" she shouted out suddenly once more. "Oh...oh...OH!"

With a huge gasp she came once more as Keith filled her up. Spunk oozed out onto the already damp and stained bedsheet and she lay back gasping as Keith withdrew from her and stood up. His cock was quite red and sore after two quick and invasive interventions and was slowly receding back to its flaccid state with the foreskin closing round the glans once more.

After a few minutes, she sat up and her eye caught the time on the watch on Moira's left wrist.

"What time is it?" she asked, forgetting that she was wearing a watch of her own.

"Nearly twenty past eleven," said Moira checking her watch.

"Good grief," said Trudy almost falling off the bed in her hurry to get up. "They'll be wondering where on earth I've got to. What on earth was I thinking about? Where are my underclothes and uniform?"

"Relax," said Moira looking at the matted pussy hairs round her opening. "You need a shower first to freshen up. Come with me."

She led Trudy into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower which was over the bath.

"Get in and I'll shower you down," she said.

Trudy tentatively climbed in and stood naked in the bath.

"Don't get my hair wet, will you," she said. "It takes ages for me to get it dry."

"Don't worry," said Moira as she directed the jet of water onto Trudy's lower body. 

Keith stood and watched as she got a small bar of soap and lathered Trudy's upper body and then around her pussy area. She then rinsed the soap off and then helped her out again. She took a large bath towel from the rack and wrapped it round Trudy's body, carefully drying her but paying specific attention to her breasts and pussy area as she did so.

When she had finished, Trudy went back into the bedroom and began dressing again while Moira quickly showered her own body and dried herself off. Keith stood in the doorway watching and fondling himself as she did so and finally pulled his shorts straight when she went into the bedroom and started dressing herself.

Both women were soon fully dressed once more and Trudy surveyed the scene of their adventures.

"Just look at these sheets!" she said, surveying the stained and crumpled sheets. "Heaven knows what Housekeeping will think!"

"They'll think that 'Mr and Mrs Smith' were a very amorous couple who obviously got a bit too carried away!" said Moira. "Surely they must be used to this sort of thing!"

"I guess so," said Trudy. "Anyway, I must go, I've been away nearly an hour already."

Moira pulled her towards her and kissed her on the lips and Trudy felt the Goosebumps once more as the fur coat brushed against her skin.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh yes!" replied Trudy. "Very much, thank you. You must come again soon!"

"Oh I will," said Moira and she picked up her vanity case and walked out f the door. Keith followed her and saw that Gordon was now back in the lobby and sitting reading his paper. Another couple sat nearby and he wondered whether it was 'Mr and Mrs White' although they seemingly made no contact with each other. Moira rejoined Gordon and kissed him and they sat for a few minutes talking before getting up and leaving.

Keith stood at the bottom of the staircase and soon Trudy reappeared. He looked up as she walked down and managed to catch a last glimpse of her petticoat up her skirt as she did so. She was soon back behind her desk and chatting away with her colleague and dealing with yet another guest.

He walked back out into the sunshine, deliberating what to do next. There were a few more people about now, although it was still very quiet compared to the previous two days. He walked back up the main street and his eyes fell upon two young ladies aged about twenty who were looking in the window of the department store. They each had dark brown shoulder length hair tied in pigtails with ribbons with a well-defined parting separating each one. One lady had red ribbons and the other one had bright yellow. They were each dressed identically in a white jacket and a dark blue print dress which had a large white lace collar and both wore white medium heeled sling back sandals and carried an identical white handbag on her shoulder.

"Identical twins!" thought Keith to himself. "I could have some fun here. I've never entertained twins before." 

He reached into his bag and pressed the Green button once more then walked across to where they were standing.

"Hello ladies. How are you today?" he said brightly.

The girls turned round to see who was talking to them.

"Oh, hello!" they said, almost in perfect unison.

"What are you looking at? Is it anything exciting?" he said.

"Not really," said the one with the red ribbons. "We were just killing time waiting for our bus."

"It's due at five past twelve," added the lady with the yellow ones. 

"Oh right," said Keith. "So where do you live then?"

"Oakfield Avenue," said the first one.

"Near Oakfield Park," said the other.

Keith couldn't help laughing.

"Do you always finish each other's sentences?" he said.

"Sometimes!" said the first one.

"But not always!" added the second.

Keith couldn't make out whether they were teasing him or whether they really did behave in this manner.

"So what are your names?" he said.

"She's Ruth," said the one with yellow ribbons, pointing towards her sister.

"And she's Jennifer," said her twin.

"So how do people tell you apart?" said Keith.

"That's easy, by the colour of our ribbons!" said Ruth, fingering hers. "Red is for Ruth!"

"And Yellow for Jennifer!" said Jennifer.

"I guess there's no colour beginning with the letter 'J' is there?" said Keith.

"There is in French," said Ruth. "Yellow is 'jaune'!"

"Jaune for Jennifer!" said Jennifer, emphasising the letters.

"There is another way of telling us apart, but you wouldn't know it to look at us at the moment," said Ruth innocently, as her sister had a fit of the girlish giggles.

"Oh, and what's that?" said Keith intrigued.

Jennifer regained her composure briefly and whispered the relevant fact into Keith's ear before both girls almost collapsed with laughter.

"Right!" said Keith. "That's very interesting I must say!"

The conversation was brought to a premature end by the sound of the approaching bus which had just turned out of a nearby street. The girls' destination was the same one as he had boarded at earlier that morning and Keith noted that it was the same bus, driver and clippie as on his inward journey as they turned and walked towards the nearby bus stop.

There were no more than half a dozen people waiting besides the girls and himself and Keith had hoped that they would choose to go upstairs so that he could get a view up their dresses as they went up the steeply curved staircase. Instead, they headed to the lower deck and sat near the front. Keith sat on the edge of the adjacent seat across the aisle, hoping that nobody would want it during the journey. 

The driver had left his cab for a few minutes and was stood on the pavement nearby talking to the clippie. Only one other person boarded before the bus departed, and he went upstairs, while there were only a couple who boarded during the journey so he wasn't disturbed. Keith sat talking to the girls during the journey and learned that they lived at home with their parents, they both worked in the same office as typists, they like playing practical jokes on people to confuse them and they always dressed identically, taking it in turns each day to choose their outfits as each one had the same as the other.

The clippie came round to collect the fares and this time Keith resisted the urge to do anything with her. The girls were intrigued as to why she ignored him and didn't ask for his fare.

"Perhaps I must have been invisible to her!" said Keith. "It's just as well because I don't have any money!"

Soon they were back at the bus terminus at Oakfield Park and walked into it and along the footpath where he had encountered Christine the previous day. There was nobody much about and it was nearly half past twelve so he presumed that most people would be at home preparing Sunday lunch. The children's play area at the far end was deserted and by the time that they reached the seat about half way along, the bus had once more left for its journey into town.

"Where do you live?" asked Ruth, and Keith temporarily forgot that he was forty years behind the present day and told her where his flat was. Both girls looked puzzled.

"But there aren't any flats there at the moment," said Jennifer. "The only buildings along there are the old bus garage and some disused factories."

Keith realised his mistake and quickly corrected himself.

"I know," he said. "My dad's the security man there and we live in a small flat at the back of the premises. You can't see it from the street."

Jennifer nodded and thought for a moment.

"They are going to knock them down soon and I believe they are going to build flats on the site," she said.

Keith nodded.

"That's right and we'll be moving into one of them when they're built," he said. "Anyway, shall we sit here for a few minutes?" 

Keith sat in the centre of the seat and Ruth sat to his left while Jennifer sat to his right. He put his arm around each of their waists and squeezed gently. The girls giggled in unison.

"So do you always dress identically?" said Keith eyeing up their outfits.

"Oh yes," said Ruth. "Our mother always put us in identical dresses and did our hair in the same style. It was only when we started going to school that she gave us different hair ribbons so that the teachers could tell us apart."

"Mind you, we used to swap them sometimes!" said Jennifer, giggling at the thought. "Just to confuse them, but they always used to catch us out eventually."

"How?" said Keith.

"Because I'm left handed and Jennifer's right handed," said Ruth. "We're a mirror image of each other. Eventually the teachers would see us writing and work out that we had swapped. If we did it with our parents, they would do the same!"

"When we walk together, I'm always on the right and I always sit on the right as well," said Jennifer. "It doesn't feel right if we are on opposite sides."

Keith was becoming more attracted to the twins by the minute. He carefully manoeuvred his right arm under Jennifer's right arm and brought his hand up to her right boob, whilst doing the same with his left to Ruth's left one. Each girl jumped slightly, but said nothing.

"What were you doing in town just now?" said Keith gently squeezing each girl's respective boob in turn.

"We've been to a christening at the cathedral," said Ruth.

"One of our work colleagues had a baby at Easter," said Jennifer. "So we've been to the service but weren't invited to the party afterwards, which was just for the family."

"The Cathedral!" said Keith. "That's a bit posh! No wonder you're both all dressed up. Tell me," he added quietly, "Do you wear identical things underneath?"

The girls giggled again.

"That's for us to know and no one else!" Ruth said cheekily.

"That's what you think!" thought Keith to himself.

He released his grip from Ruth's left breast and brought his hand from behind her back, retaining his grip on Jennifer's right one and pulled the front of his shorts down. His cock had steadily risen whilst he had been fondling the girls and now it sprung out hard and erect. Both girls looked at it with interest.

"How would you both like a mouthful or two of that?" he said to them.

"Oh yes please," said Ruth eagerly whilst Jennifer licked her lips in anticipation.

"Who's the eldest?" said Keith.

"Me!" said Ruth. "By seven minutes."

"Then you shall have first go," said Keith.

Ruth was off the seat in an instant and was soon kneeling before him. Keith had other ideas however.

"It could be quite messy," he said. "You don't want to stain your dress do you? What would your parents say? Take your dress off, Ruth!"

Without flinching, Ruth had soon removed her jacket and was fiddling with the zip at the back of her dress which had very short sleeves and sat just on her knee. She had soon unfastened it and slid first the right arm from its sleeve, flowed by the left. She eased the dress from her shoulders and Keith noticed that her shoulders were bare then she carefully slid the dress over her hips to the ground and stepped out of it and put it on the seat with her jacket and handbag. 

Keith looked at her and his cock stood up even higher as the only item of clothing that she was wearing was a pair of rather full purple floral briefs. Her breasts weren't overly large and were shaped like two medium sized cupcakes with the nipples forming the perfect little cherry at the ends. Jennifer looked on smiling as Ruth went to kneel before him once more.

"No, no, no!" said Keith wagging his finger and pointing to the briefs.

He made a downward gesture and Ruth pushed them down and stepped out of them. She had a mass of dark brown hairs guarding the entrance to her pussy and Keith caught a quick glimpse of it as she stopped to retrieve them. Once more, she stooped to sample Keith's cock and this time he let her continue uninterrupted.

She took it into her hands and ran her tongue along the shaft, gently fingering the end of it. The glans had already pushed back and she started licking the tip of it seductively. Keith was in no doubt that his was not the first cock she had sampled and she was soon into the swing of things, steadying it into her mouth and sucking on it. Soon it was deep into her throat and she was sitting on her haunches, rocking backwards and forwards in a gentle rhythm. 

Meanwhile, Keith had taken Jennifer in a firm grip and was alternately kissing her passionately and running his left hand over her body. He hadn't noticed that Ruth wasn't wearing a bra when he fondled her earlier, but now he was eager to find out whether her sister was similarly dressed.

He pulled the front of her dress back and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. He could feel her vaginal lips and the hint of secretions within but nothing else. There was no softness of any pussy hairs and more noticeably, there were no briefs or panties either. Keith ceased his kissing and fondling and sat up abruptly. Surely she wasn't completely naked underneath? There was only one way to find out.

"Stand up and take your dress off," he said as Ruth paused and looked up from her actions.

Jennifer did just that and had soon removed her jacket and dress to prove that she was indeed completely naked underneath. Her boobs were exactly identical to her sisters and the only difference in her bodily appearance was that she had a bare pussy. 

"I told you there was another way that you could tell us both apart!" said Jennifer sitting down again and running her fingers over her opening.

"Well, yes you did," said Keith. "But I didn't expect you to be completely naked under your dresses. Do you ever wear undies?"

"Oh yes, of course we do," said Jennifer. "Normally we would be wearing a bra and briefs and a petticoat but now and again we like to go without, especially somewhere daring like church. It's such a turn on! However, someone chickened out at the last minute and decided to wear her knickers didn't she?" she added, nodding to her sister.

"I had second thoughts," said Ruth. "We've done it to work a few times, and to the cinema or the pub. We've even done it to our local church but somehow it didn't seem right to me going to the cathedral half dressed. We always wear these dresses when we do it though because they are not see-through in bright sunlight and therefore nobody knows but us."

"We did it on our last day at school as well," said Jennifer. "It was a windy day and I'd managed to keep my blazer fastened over my blouse so that nobody noticed that I wasn't wearing anything under it but the breeze lifted my skirt right up when we came out for a photograph. The head was outside to waiting for us and I'm sure that he noticed, but he didn't say anything, bless him, after all we were eighteen at the time and legally adults!"

"The wind caught a lot of girls out and I think he saw a few petticoats and knickers that day!" said Ruth. "I noticed he looked a bit uncomfortable and you can see him on the photograph with his hands crossed over his dick, trying to keep it a secret!"

Keith's cock had lost some of its hardness with the lack of activity but the thought of both girls in their school uniform with no undies soon made it pick up again. He wrapped his arms around Jennifer's naked form and started kissing and sucking on her tits in turn. Ruth meanwhile returned her attention to his prick once more and was soon sucking away greedily. 

Keith could feel the tension rising along his shaft and he brought his left hand free and fingered Jennifer's bare pussy area. Her lips were very moist and he inserted his middle finger deep inside her. She jumped as she felt him exploring her vaginal cavity and started moaning gently. Keith was soon fucking her furiously with his finger and she was panting furiously and writhing on the seat with pleasure. Within a few minutes, she felt a great warmth flow within her and out onto the bench as she cried out with pleasure.

Keith could smell the fragrance of her body and his cock had now tensed sufficiently to enable him to send streams of his own deep into Ruth's throat. She gulped it back quickly and wiped the excess away from her lips with the back of her hand and sat back on her haunches, surveying the scene. 

Keith was looking down at her grinning, whilst her sister was slumped next to him with her eyes closed and her legs apart and a small pool of her juices on the seat in front of her.

She was panting softly as she regained her composure and Ruth stood up and gently shook her. She pointed to Keith's slowly receding cock and indicated for her to take over from her, and then she went and sat on Keith's left hand side as she had done earlier. She pulled Keith's t-shirt up and ran her hands through the soft, downy hair on his chest. Keith pulled it over his head so that his naked torso was now completely on show while Jennifer managed to pull his shorts down and off. She took hold of his cock and put it to her lips, whilst Ruth started kissing him seductively on the lips, still fondling his hairy chest.

Keith had his right hand searching through her pubes and had soon found her pussy opening. As he thought, she was very excited and he didn't think it would be long before she too would be spilling forth her juices. His middle finger was now deep inside her and she was kissing him madly on the lips, forcing her tongue down his throat while Jennifer was sucking feverishly on his cock like a kid on an iced lolly. 

Every now and then Keith's finger would hit a tender spot and she would break off for a second or two and catch her breath before resuming once more. Her gasps were getting louder each time until with one final loud scream which could have been heard at the bus stop a couple of hundred yards away, she could hold onto her juices no longer and they spewed out onto the bench.

Keith sucked the residue from his fingers and sat back looking down at Jennifer who was still trying to get sufficient tension in his reluctant cock for him to empty his seed inside her. It took another couple of minutes, but eventually she succeeded and swallowed the contents readily. She licked her lips and looked longingly at his rapidly receding cock and then stood up and took her place on the bench next to Keith.




Remotely Controlled Ch. 03



The twins were alternately stroking Keith's now flaccid cock and rubbing the hairs on his chest and he was twisting his upper body from side to side to kiss them in turn. The sound of the distant church clock striking One O'clock brought them to their senses.

"Blimey!" said Ruth. "Is that the time? We were supposed to be home for one."

"Well we'll just say that the service was a bit late finishing and we missed the bus," said Jennifer grabbing her dress and stepping into it. Ruth had pulled her briefs back on and was soon back in her dress also and Keith watched as they both zipped each other up and reached for their jackets.

"How do you know whose clothes belong to who?" said Keith.

"That's easy," said Ruth. "We have a small label inside with our names on," and she showed Keith the little tag with 'Ruth' embroidered on it.

"We have them on everything," said Jennifer. "Even our knickers so that when our mum washes them she knows which set of drawers or wardrobe to put them in!"

Keith chuckled as he pulled his shirt and shorts back on and walked down the pathway with them chatting away happily. They had soon reached the area by the children's playground and Keith kissed each one in turn and bade them goodbye. He watched as they walked up the road together with Ruth on Jennifer's left hand side as usual. Their dresses swirled gently in the light breeze as they walked and Keith couldn't help but think that just one stronger gust could reveal so much.

All this exercise had made him feel hungry and he looked at his watch. It was now just gone twenty past one so he decided to return to the present day and get some lunch. The children's playground was empty so he pressed the 'back' button and was instantly returned back to 2014. He started walking back towards his flat and as he did so, he could hear the sound of the church bells ringing out.

"That's strange, I wonder why they're ringing at this time," he thought to himself.

He looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it was still only just after ten o'clock in the morning and then he remembered that Dawn had told him that he would return to the exact minute on the day he went back in time. He had been away for around three and a quarter hours and still had the rest of the day to fill.

He was soon back at the flat and as he walked down the corridor he passed the door to Lynda's flat. He wondered what she was doing. Was she still playing with herself? There was only one way to find out and at least it would pass an hour or so until lunch time. He reached into the bag and pulled out the remote once more and hit the Green button and then knocked on her door.

"Who is it?" called out Lynda from within.

"It's me, Keith," he replied. "I think I left something in your flat a few minutes ago when I was in there."

"Hang on a minute," she said and Keith could soon hear her unfastening the door. She opened it wearing a white towelling dressing gown tied round the middle with a cord.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said. "I was just going for a shower."

"Oh, right," said Keith as she closed the door behind him. "Lynda, take off your dressing gown please...!"