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David's Remote, Reloaded

By: Thorilla



 (It was summer 2007; a nineteen year old boy from Wyoming had found a 'FreezeTime Remote' in St Clair's Mall in Illinois. He discovered that it actually froze chronological time, and people became, and remained, living statues until the 'Regular Time' button was pressed. 

For some technical reason every living person froze except for the guy who was in charge of the remote. He, or she, was allowed to wander around and do whatever they pleased. Being an out-of-towner from the West, the boy had not realised its full potential, so in haste, and in stupidity, he dropped it in the mall's fountain, and left to meet his friends....the tale is continued by Russ Baumann, Janitor )

I first saw the remote when I was removing debris from the fountain one night when the mall was empty. Initially I thought it was a cell-phone because kids sometimes drop stolen one's there. I fished it out and took it home to my apartment where I dried it thoroughly. It did not seem to work so I figured the electricals were still messed up. I noticed it only had three buttons 'FreezeTime', SloMo' and 'RegularTime'.

A few days later, my buddy in the 'cell-phone repair' stall at St. Clair's checked it over for me and charged it up. "Seems OK Russ, damn remote for something, but never seen one like it before." 

He clicked it a few times and I felt a jolt in my spine, my vision blurred then another jolt and he said "Yep the buttons function OK, still can't figure what they do though." He smiled at me in strange way. I noticed he appeared to be suddenly standing further away from me and was counting crisp 50 dollar bills, and had a hotdog. What the heck had happened? I took the remote and left.

I was not due to start work until 7.00pm so I had the day to myself. As a thirty year old guy I liked to keep myself fit so I decided to go for a long walk by the river. This was not one of my 'workout days' at the gym, as I alternated my fitness program. 

In my jeans and sweatshirt I set off along the South Orion Riverside Walkway. It was full of joggers, fitness fanatics, mothers with young kids, and business people. There were smartly dressed women in skirt-suits and their shapely legs caught my attention. 

I still hadn't gotten over the divorce and was still hungry for a woman's touch. I had always been a 'below-the-waist' guy when it came to girls. Skirts, I found, were a special turn on.

As I strode on I began pushing the buttons randomly and I slammed into the back of a guy who'd stopped dead in front of me. "Whoa, pardon me buddy, you kinda stopped sudden there!" 

He did not move and I thought he was so mad at me that he was suddenly going to swing round and beat me to death. I stood back. Nothing happened. I walked around to face him. His eyes were staring, he didn't move. He was like a statue, slightly crazed and scary.

I looked around to see if any one else was interested in our situation. No one was moving.

The walkway was full of 'still people', like frozen in time. Frozen in time? 

'FreezeTime' I remembered and looked at the remote. I hit the 'SloMo' button and the statues came back to life, including 'stop-guy', and began wandering around like zombies at about quarter regular speed.

"OK here goes nothing," I thought as I pushed 'RegularTime' and everyone came back to life, the air was full of traffic noise, birdsong and children laughing. 

I hit 'FreezeTime' again, as I focussed on a young woman in a dark skirt-suit, sitting on a bench. Her skirt was flared and kept catching little gusts of wind which raised it slightly revealing a white lacy underslip. The traffic noise had subsided. She had become statue-ised instantly and I sat next to her.

"Hi there," I said, "Nice day for having my hand up your skirt lady." I said outrageously. 

She continued staring unblinkingly at the river as I ran my hands continuously over her knees under her skirt and petticoat and between her thighs. Her skin was warm and soft feeling, but her musculoskeletal system was unyielding and kind of solid like cement. I touched, and rubbed the crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose and felt warm lace panties underneath. 

My penis stiffened but I needed to urinate urgently. I was clearly sexually excited. I looked around, extracted my hand from between her legs, and ran up to a tree. I decided that I didn't need a tree so stood in front of three matronly looking women who were frozen in mid-walk, unzipped my jeans and pissed wildly, staring into their impassive faces. 

Back with 'bench girl' I continued with my thorough underskirt examination while slowly jacking my penis. I imagined having more encounters at the mall so didn't jack to orgasm. I pulled her skirt and slip up to her waist and pushed my face firmly into her crotch area and inhaled. Wow did I inhale? There was an aroma of vagina but out in the open air it was not so obvious. I had to find women who were not wearing pantyhose in an indoor environment. 

I set off back towards St.Clair's and pressed 'RegularTime' so at least there were moving people around, and I felt less freaked out by things. 

Back at the mall I made for the 'Orchard Bridal Parlour' on the second floor. It was a small store but had several large wedding-gowns in the display window which I had noticed previously. They were bouffant in style supported underneath by masses of white net petticoats. As I stared at them I could see two young women in the store. One was wearing a flounced full skirted bridal gown in white and was standing in front of a baroque style mirror. 

I hit "FreezeTime" and walked in. "Good morning ladies," I whispered, lying on my back on the thick beige carpet. I slid my head slowly under 'bride-girls' full white floor length gown. 

Under her skirt, I protected my eyes from several layers of coarse white nylon-net which swished over my face. A softer white taffeta underskirt slid over me which allowed a clear, upskirt view of her thighs as I positioned my head carefully and joyfully between her feet. 

Staring upwards, her long slim legs extended forever. "FreezeTime" had caught her with her thighs slightly apart so I could see her white lace panties where her young legs met. Everywhere was crisp, white and new. She did not wear hose but wore white high heeled shoes which I began to smell and lick avidly.

Staring upwards I unbuckled my jeans and and began slowly masturbating, using her stiff petticoat hems. The coarse nylon-net was almost painful on my exposed glans; I continued for some time but held back. I wanted further pleasure and was now in a state of permanent heightened sexual tension. 

I sat up and pushed my face further up 'bride girls' dress. In the white confined cool taffeta space I stared at her panties and admired her pubic curve at the front. I nuzzled my face into her crotch and her odour was strong. Clearly she was excited about something, possibly the wedding gown I thought. I sniffed and probed her with my tongue, enjoying every second while pulling on my foreskin. Again I held back. 

I slid out from under her skirt and felt pre-cum as I pulled up my jeans. Still on the carpet, on my back, I pushed myself over to 'sales girl'. As her tight knee-length skirt came into range I took in a view of lacy underslip over tan pantyhose beneath it. 

As my head slid between her shoes I stared up and saw her panties above me. These were pale blue in color and delicately decorated with embroidered white roses. On my knees, in front of her, I squeezed my face up her skirt and under her slip. It was a tight fit and my nose was guided along the smooth pantyhose groove between her thighs. 

Her slip was stretched tightly around my head and my progress upwards was eventually arrested by the tight waistbands of both skirt and petticoat. There just was no space to enjoy her vagina although I was aware of a pungent warm odour coming through her pantyhose.

I had learned that statue-ised women in tight skirts were inaccessible unless you unzipped their skirts and pull them down. 

I stood up, buckled up and zipped up and stepped behind a curtain, and into the bridal parlour changing room at the rear. I was greeted by a beautiful tableau which made me smile.

There in front of me was a frozen young beauty, wearing an elaborately lacy frilly white basque, in her twenties, leaning forward. Her lips were at the same level as my dick. Her mouth was open and her lips were apart and she looked like she was a finalist in the 'Illinois Miss Bridal Blow Job Competition 2007' 

She was stepping out of a huge hooped white petticoat. Her mother seemed to be frozen in mid turn, her flared floral skirt flounced down to her knees. She was wearing dark hose, which may have even been stockings. Clearly this needed serious checking out.

Although the scene looked beckoning and enticing I decided to try something else so I pushed 'RegularTime'. 

The screams from 'Orchards' could be heard across midtown as I ran out. Clearly no gratitude was shown by the ladies in the store, having experienced the instant manifestation of a strange 30 year-old creepy 'leering-guy' in front of them during a very tender mother-daughter prime-time moment. 

I felt some pangs of guilt; I just hoped I had not freaked the young brides too much. I had feelings, so I figured out that if I was going to use the remote 'responsibly' I'd only do so under conditions that left things neutral and impassive. 

"OK Russ," I said to myself, "Let's get some cash." I did the rounds of the stores, 'FreezeTiming' only when tills were open. The dollar bills soon amounted and I took a bag from 'Browns Baggage' to keep my stash together. I calculated that I had acquired roughly $20,000 in a matter of 30 minutes freeze time. "Oh Boy, I can feel a Happy Birthday coming on," I said to myself smiling and laughing.

At the 'Vacation South Europe' travel bureau I was attracted by four young lady assistants who were wearing identical uniforms. They wore pale blue jackets over red, white and blue floral patterned pleated nylon skirts which ended at just below knee level. They were all wearing hose with black kitten-heeled shoes. Three were attending to customers.

I noticed that one was arranging travel brochures on display shelves. She was Spanish looking, with shoulder length hair, and was arranging stuff on the lower shelf and was squatting down, legs apart, her skirt draped on the carpet in an arc shape behind her. I was just about to hit "FreezeTime" when she stood up and went into a backroom.

I stood at the window, feeling cheated and waited for her to return but she didn't come back. I walked in, noticing all the lower shelves were full of Italian brochures. I sat in front of an empty desk where I thought 'Spanish-girl' would usually sit. I was right, the name on the desk read 'Rosemaria'. 

Rosemaria soon appeared with more brochures and put these on the floor when she saw me. Smiling she walked over and sat behind her computer facing me. Her face and eyes were gorgeous. Her hair had just been brushed. She must have been in her mid twenties. She was immaculately made up and wore an attractive fragrance. I had my finger on my remote as she asked me what sort of vacation I was interested in.

I told her that I favoured Italy and she said that they may have a few brochures for me to take away. My heart was beating rapidly. She got up and walked to where she'd left the new pile on the floor. I swivelled on my chair and watched her long curvaceous legs moving gracefully under her pleated skirt.

"Damn," I thought, "she's not going to the lower shelves." I noticed there was a brochure on Florence and pointed it out to her on her way back to the desk. "That's out of date; we have the new one here," she said smiling enthusiastically." What about that one on Venice?" I said pointing again. She placed the new brochures on her desk and looked through them. "No we don't have that one here sir," and she stepped round me squatting down in front of the display shelf and froze. 

"My my, what have we here?" I said flat on my back, by head under her skirt and flared lacy petticoat. "FreezeTime" had caught her squatting just right, with her feet apart and with only just enough space for me to slide my head in from behind. My face was under her skirt and slip and between her slender heels. 

Her knees were wide apart and her beautiful large Hispanic ass was an inch above me. She wore tan colored nylon hold-ups which gripped her upper thighs. I stared at her firm fleshy thighs and lightly licked them as my penis tried to re-enact Mount. St. Helens inside my jeans, including eruption. 

I unbuckled, unzipped and released my erection which was clearly eager for action. She wore large white lacy French knickers. Her natural aroma was incredibly strong, almost unpleasantly so as her gusset was badly soiled. Her pubic hair was jet black and very thick. 

Pulling her gusset to one side with my teeth I slid my nose and tongue along her vaginal channel exposing her outer lips. She was moist and very warm. Her slit opened further than I was expecting and her aroma overwhelmed all my senses as my penis became rock hard. Her inner lips opened like a fleshy flower and my tongue probed upwards parting her lips further. I couldn't get enough of her scent so I slid some brochures under my head so my face and nose was wedged firmly into her crotch. 

This was the moment to release the mornings pent up energies, I thought, as I wrapped the hems of her smooth pleated skirt and slippery nylon petticoat around my exposed glans and began the pleasurable experience of jacking off. 

Slowly I built up to the tempo, my tongue moving in time, my face covered in her natural juices. I licked her ass and undersides of her thighs and returned to her vagina concentrating on her labia.

My jerk-off tempo increased until I couldn't hold back any longer. Feeling seminal fluid suddenly rising, I rammed my face deeper up into Rosemaria. At the same moment I released a torrent of warm fresh semen into her clothes. Seven vigorous thrusts later it was all out, and I was drained, gasping for air. 

Frozen Rosemaria still squatted over me impassively and silently like a living mannequin. I still felt strangely freaked, anxious to get back to the security of 'RegularTime'

"Spanish girl," I said as I slid out from under her "maybe I'll take my winter vacation with my head up your skirts and also up your co-assistants'." I stood up, cleaned up, buckled and zipped up. I removed the brochures from under her uniform and tidied up. With my 'Browns' bag over my shoulder I stood outside the 'Vacation South Europe' so I could watch "RegularTime" resume. 

Rosemarie picked up a Venice brochure turned round and saw I was gone. Clearly this happened often, people just getting up and going. She continued with rearranging the brochures and I watched at a distance while she smoothed down her skirt front, looking slightly bewildered.

David's Remote, Reloaded Ch. 02



(It was 2007 and Russ Baumann, 30 year old janitor at the St. Clair's Mall was making use of a 'FreezeTime Remote' which had come into his possession. This had the capacity of freezing chronological time, so that people, became 'frozen statues' suspended in time, until the 'RegularTime' button was pressed. For some reason whoever was operating the remote was immune from it's effects and was able to wander around within 'FreezeTime' and do anything they wished to do. This part is narrated by Russ Baumann)

*

An electric storm seemed to be brewing outside St.Clair's and I was pleased to be under cover. I figured that I did not want to be walking around in 'RegularTime', or even 'FreezeTime' looking like some damn weird creep. I thought I may enjoy some 'upmarket pleasures' if I looked more business like and professional.

I had my hair cut short at 'Anthony's' on the second level. I bought a dark gray suit from 'Blocks Brothers', and also a shirt and expensive necktie. I also bought some black Oxfords. My next call was the mall's 'maintenance suite' in the basement.

"Hey Russ ain't yer kinda early, I thought you were on the overnight?" said Ritmo.

"Yeh, right. I just need to take a shower right now and do some other stuff." I explained, or rather tried not to explain or else both of Ritmo's brain cells might have imploded at once.

I walked out of St.Clair's looking like an extra in a Wall Street movie. My hair and suit felt so neat, crisp and sharp. 

I ditched my 'Browns' bag and bought a lap-top case with shoulder-strap. The sales guy got suspicious when he saw me transferring handfuls of high denomination dollar bills into the case. I hit 'FreezeTime' and continued. I even had time to arrange them neatly. I was well out of range when I returned 'RegularTime' to the rest of the city.

My attention was caught by an attractive young woman sheltering in a store doorway.

I said "Pardon me," hit 'FreezeTime', and began feeling about under her skirt. Her skirt was kind of wide and ethnic looking. She wore no hose and her buttocks felt warm and welcoming. Her panties felt moist and sweaty between her legs. It had been a high humidity day I guessed. In the mall it was always cool. I walked some distance away and pressed 'RegularTime' as I sniffed my fingers. 

I crossed the busy street by clicking 'FreezeTime' and skipping through the frozen traffic. I returned to 'RegularTime' and decided to pay a visit to my ex wife's divorce lawyer to thank her most sincerely for clearing me out most of my savings and investment accounts, and making me sell my beloved '98 Camaro Z28. 

Me and my metallic gray Z28 had been like brothers. Truth be known I loved that car more than Mellissa. It was her fault that I ended up a damn janitor.

Two blocks further along I entered the 'Isaacs Building' on East Robinson Street. 'Toni Midshepherd and Associates' were located on the eighth floor. I nodded to the security guard and told him I had an appointment with Midshepherds. He asked me for I.D. and I hit 'FreezeTime.' The elevator door was open and hit 'RegularTime' just as it was closing. Two young cuties wearing short black flared kilts and black hose welcomed me as I squeezed in.

"Which floor do you want Sir? said the dark haired one and she pressed eight for me and I thanked her. I pressed 'FreezeTime' for me too. 

My head was immediately under their kilts, feeling them up and breathing in their panty aromas. My hands massaged their crotches and felt them both becoming moist through their black panty-hose. I began to figure out that normal sexual stimulation was not frozen during 'FreezeTime'.

My mind raced as I wondered about what I was going to do to Toni Midshepherd.

In the mirrored claustrophobic interior of the lift I enjoyed the scene. Here was some apparently 'successful lawyer guy' seriously molesting two nineteen year olds, his face staring out impassively from under their kilts. My hands were all over their butts and thighs. My hard-on was prominent. 

"Damn," I thought, "I can't just walk into a lawyer's office with a humongous erection, damn." 

I stood up and stared around me trying to focus on something non-erotic. The two secretarial assistants did not help. Their pleated skirt hems looked too exciting and inviting. I stood with my lap-top case over my pants front and pushed 'RegularTime'.

The girls smiled at me and said that I was welcome. I was aware that they felt uncomfortable and whispered to each other looking down. I told them that I thought it was a very humid day and that the storm may clear the air. They agreed and I got out at the eighth leaving them to ponder their damp pussies. 

In the eighth floor men's room I sat in a cubicle with my pants down hoping some office pervert did not think I was waiting for him. Eventually my erection disappeared and I felt confident enough to meet Toni Midshepherd in person again. I figured out that 'humiliation' would be the correct approach and I thought something out in my mind. I weighed up the odds and decided to go for it.

I entered the large open plan office where the junior lawyers hung out. They were all rich city kids with fancy shirts and college boy haircuts. 

"May I help you sir?" said the receptionist. She was a matronly type with blue glasses to match her hair. I said that I had an appointment with Miss Midshepherd.

" And what is your name sir?" she enquired almost too politely. I said I was Richard Simpson, Assistant District Attorney. 

She looked at the appointments diary on her computer screen and confirmed that she had no such entry for such a meeting. She told me that Miss Midshepherd already had a client with her, and her next client was presently waiting in the reception area. 

I said that there must be some mistake and could she not just check things out with her boss.

Rose McKenzie,' Office Manager', stood up from her desk and knocked on Toni Midshepherd's door. A couple of minutes later she returned and shook her head. "Can I make another appointment for you sir?" 

"Just tell her that her husband's been arrested." I said casually, as I walked to the center of the open plan office, my back turned towards Miss Midshepherd's door. 

I was playing a dangerous game but guessed I could handle it if I held my nerve. I heard the purposeful clatter of high heels approaching me.

" Mr. Simpson how can I help you?" came a familiar voice from behind. Without moving I hit 'FreezeTime', turned and there she was.

"Boy oh boy, and how are you this stormy day Toni?" I said, squeezing her breasts affectionately. 

She wore an expensive skirt and expensive blouse. Her shoes were black patents with three inch heels. She was a couple of inches shorter than me with dark hair. She looked younger than 45 and weighed about average. Only her hair color had altered since I'd seen her last.

My intentions were purely dishonorable and I started with her blouse which unbuttoned easily and came away from her skirt waistband.

"There you go doll," I said to my frozen lawyer who stared lifelessly. The blouse came off with difficulty. I unhooked her white lacy bra but had trouble sliding the straps over her arms so I cut the straps off with scissors.

"May I sincerely congratulate you on your well preserved nipples," I said, as I tweaked them into more sensitised shapes.

"My, my," I said walking around her. She had a nice back. She also had a terrific ass.

Her skirt zipper became stuck but I had plenty of time, forever ultimately, to sort things out. 

I so hated zippers. Every damn zipper I had as a kid jammed up. My high school buddy, Tom Nero, had to help me out of a windcheater on the baseball ground once. We probably looked like we were in love, the way the other kids commented. 

"Heck," I said as I struggled. Finally it gave way and I pulled her skirt down over her rounded hips. I realised that I just couldn't ask 'frozen lawyer' to step out of it so I figured what the heck, and cut it off. What an expensive skirt and such a pity.

Underneath she wore regular panty-hose which I cut off easily leaving her with little hose 'sockettes' at her ankles. Her lacy panties had to be cut off too. She looked a dream come true, my perfect naked divorce lawyer.

"Time for playtime," I said as I knelt in front of her, my face in her crotch. She smelt fresh. She clearly used a vaginal deodorant. I could tell she was a woman obsessed with personal hygiene. 

My tongue licked her outer lips but found the 'alluminum' metallic taste of her spray nauseating. I continued probing and nosing her for several minutes until I felt her natural lubrication begin to ooze. 

"Well lady when you wake up you're going to feel 'yummy yummy'," I told her as if I were some freaking hypnotist.

I continued fingering her for several minutes until a steady stream of vaginal fluid seeped down her inner thighs. I rubbed her clitoris for a while then stepped back to survey the scene from every angle. From the four corners of the room the view was perfect. 

I figured out that she would immediately run back to her private office so I went in looking for a key. A key I could not find. 

A very classy woman wearing expensive clothes sat in a leather chair in front of Toni's desk. I pulled her blouse apart and unclipped her bra and slid the straps over her shoulders exposing perfect breasts. 

She was some guy's future former wife. Her skirt clearly required checking out but I had no time. I left her to share a future close encounter with her 'zillion-dollar an hour' divorce lawyer. Her husband probably owned a 'Zonda', poor guy. 

I pulled several large 'office landscape' containers full of palms and fig trees across the room and arranged them aesthetically against her office door. "She'll have a ball getting through those." I thought.

Everything appeared to be ready. I walked out the main office and prepared to observe the scene through the outer glass doors. I had reservations whether I should freeze the highlights or just observe the whole sequence unfold in 'RegularTime'. I preferred the latter.

I hit 'RegularTime' and Toni came to life and screamed, running on the spot. She ran to her office door and scrambled over the plants but was met by 'client woman' hiding her bosom trying to get out.

Each was screaming wildly and running around in small circles. Eventually they speeded towards me, pulled open the glass doors and threw themselves into the ladies restroom. The rest of the office was in turmoil. I looked on smiling in a satisfied way and waited for the elevator. 

The door slid open and the same two young nineteen year olds I had met previously stood there before me. 

"Hello again Sir," they said, "Excuse our appearance but we are attending the Cosplay Convention at the Hemmingway Center this evening".

It appeared that, entirely for my benefit, they had changed into cutie pie cosplay costumes and appeared to be 'Gothic Lolitas'. Both were dressed in pink bouffant knee-length dresses, under which there were many layers of white petticoats. 

I entered the small familiar mirrored sanctum, waited for the door to slide shut then hit 'FreezeTime'. 



David's Remote, Reloaded Ch. 03



(It was 2007 and Russ Baumann, 30 year old janitor at the St. Clair's Mall was making use of a 'FreezeTime Remote' which had come into his possession. This had the capacity of freezing chronological time, so that people, became 'frozen statues' suspended in time, until the 'RegularTime' button was pressed. For some reason whoever was operating the remote was immune from it's effects and was able to wander around within 'FreezeTime' and do anything they wished to do. The story is narrated by Russ Baumann.)

*

In the elevator I saw my two nineteen year old 'friends' from earlier. 

It appeared that, entirely for my benefit, they had changed into cosplay costumes and appeared to be 'Gothic Lolitas'. Both were dressed in bright pink bouffant knee-length dresses, under which there were many layers of white nylon petticoats. 

I entered the small mirrored sanctum, waited for the door to slide shut then hit 'FreezeTime'. Instantly the two girls became living statues and I was overcome by hysteria. I felt physically sick with excitement. 

I was on my knees in front of one of them with by head under her dress and petticoats. I breathed in the smell of fresh warm cunt and began nuzzling and licking her. Her legs were very slightly apart and I found it relatively easy to pull down her white ruffled pettipants to knee level. Instantly my tongue slid up and down her most cleft.

In the mirrors surrounding me I watched myself, this 30 year old business man eating pussy with his free hand up the other girl's dress. They both wore pink thigh length stockings held up with frilly garter belts. It was intoxicating beyond description and I felt I was definitely in paradise or at least in the largest 'toy store' in the city.

I pulled down the other girl's pettipants and noticed that they had a yellowish discoloration in the crotch. Immediately my nostrils breathed in the aroma. The smell of more fresh cunt overwhelmed me and I had the urge to fuck these two young beauties there and then.

I stood up and kissed them on their impassive lips. One had her mouth open and I eased my tongue between her lips. Meanwhile I rubbed my hands up and down their clefts and miraculously felt lubrication form on my finger tips. 

For some unknown reason, although they appeared as 'frozen beings', their sexual organs appeared to respond to my touch. Soon my finger tips were pushing their way between their labia. I adjusted the angle of approach so that my middle fingers slid fully into them. 

It felt weird to be doing this and not having any reaction, not even a face slap. The wild guy staring back at me from the mirror appeared fantastically wild and deranged. I introduced another finger then a third until they were both oozing copious amounts of sexual secretions. I decided to penetrate one of them so slid down my pants and undershorts.

"Oh my, oh my," I said to myself as I held up her lacy petticoats and pink flared dress. I watched myself in the mirror behind her as I pushed my erection slowly up her vagina and into her vulva. My hands grabbed her buttocks which felt nothing like normal flesh and had a hard unyielding quality to them.

Her legs were not quite wide enough apart and I was having problems with the angle as she was so much shorter than me. I tried to push her legs further apart but they felt just like cement and refused to move. 

There was no way that I was going to penetrate her completely so I slid myself in as far as I could which was only roughly half way along my shaft. This was sufficiently tight however to stimulate my foreskin and glans and I thought that I would use her as something to jack off into. 

By now I had a raging headache caused by my excitement and the generally sultry weather conditions in the city. 

It was now or never. 

I slid in as far as I could and held onto her hips. I kissed her doll like face but couldn't look into her eyes. I was becoming freaked out again so shut my eyes and imagined I was having a regular fuck. 

Oh boy I 'came' in bucket loads and managed to pull out just as I jerked out five long spurts of semen. 

Fortunately it went mainly down the inside of her thighs but some ended in the crotch area of her pettipants. I quickly wiped the jism from my penis on one of the many lacy hems of her petticoats. I zipped up and tidied up as best as I could and combed my hair. I looked in the mirror and a smart businessman stared back. I think I appeared less weird now that I had satisfied my sexual needs.

I decide that I'd clean up the 'first' Gothic Lolita and pulled up her pettipants and smoothed down her flared dress and generally made her 'look' the way she did when I set eyes on them both in the elevator. 

The 'second' Gothic Lolita was easier to sort out. Up came her pettipants and I shook her pretty pink dress and petticoats down again so she looked prim and proper. I even brushed her hair from her eyes.

I pushed the 'RegularTime' button and observed them come back to life. I just hoped that I looked the same to them and that there was no evidence of my dick having been out of my pants.

"O.M.G. Sharon what the fuck's happened," said 'first' girl suddenly aware that her pettipants felt very damp, sticky and full of semen.

I stared up at the elevator numbers counting down to the first floor and tried not to join in the conversation.

"For crying out loud Vanessa I've wet myself, oh fuck," said girl 'two' feeling herself between her legs.

"Excuse us Sir," said Vanessa as I resolutely stared up at the numbers.

The bell sounded at the first floor and the doors slid open. I got out as quickly as I could and hit 'FreezeTime' when the security guard recognised me again. Fortunately the automated doors were open and I made my way back onto East Robinson Street and I decided to take a bus ride to the Crabtree Center where I knew they had other stores which may allow me to feel women up and basically do what I liked during 'FreakTime' as I was now beginning to call 'FreezeTime'

I needed the bus ride to give me time to think and I needed fresh air, lots of it. The passengers on the bus appeared normal and I needed the sound of human conversation to calm me down.

"Are you OK buddy?" a guy asked me and I told him that it was the weather that's all.

We were in the track of another lightning storm and I suddenly, on impulse, got off the bus and walked the last two blocks to the Crabtree Center.

The relaxing music and heavy air conditioning hit me as a walked in. My remote was in my hand as I surveyed the women walking around. There were a lot of matronly types with huge husbands in tow. There were mothers with kids but few single women.

Then all of a sudden I saw her. She was on the upper floor and she wore very long blonde hair held out of her face with sunglasses she looked in her mid-twenties and she wore a wrap-over dress which showed a lot of leg. I sprinted up the escalator and watched her enter a health food store. I followed her in at a distance and grabbed a steel shopping basket. As I got closer to her she looked at me for a millisecond and I hit 'FreezeTime'.

She was the most gorgeous 'living statue' I had ever laid eyes on. Her skin and hair were perfect. I lost no time in untying the waist belt of her dress and undoing two buttons which allowed the whole front to open up. Underneath she wore a matching white lacy bra and thong in a translucent almost transparent material. I pushed down her thong to her ankles and walked around her. 

I was quickly on my knees in front of her and easing my tongue between her vagina lips. Her pussy tasted like fine wine, aromatic and heady. Soon her juices began to flow and I pushed my tongue into her as far as it would go. 

I couldn't believe how easy it was to walk up to a complete stranger, press 'FreakTime' and enter a whole new dimension. I wondered who the hell had invented the remote control and for what purpose. Surely it wasn't some mad geek who had decided he'd like a little more time or opportunity to loosen women's underwear? I thanked my lucky stars however that I had found it.

I then became really worried that security surveillance CCTV cameras may be picking up on me and what I was doing. I analysed the situation.

So far they would have seen me with the woman during 'RegularTime' and they would be seeing nothing during 'FreezeTime'. They would then pick up on me if I pressed 'RegularTime' again but I could be in the next store by then as it didn't matter where I resumed 'RegularTime'. 

It would however appear very suspicious if I just materialised out of thin air on the CCTV playback loop. I decided that I would remain in the store and that I would reinstate the woman's clothing as far as possible.

With supreme confidence I kissed her on the ass and licked her buttocks. My erection was painfully tight even inside my generously cut suit. I decided I'd had enough of her so hauled up her panties and buttoned her up and retightened her waist belt. I pressed 'RegularTime' and smiled at her while placing a bag of unrefined sugar in my shopping basket. She had a puzzled look and unfortunately dropped her purse. I stooped to help her pick it up and our knees touched.

"I'm so sorry, so clumsy of me I know," she said as I stared up her skirt where the wrap-over part of her dress had come adrift. I left her scratching her leg and looking around as I walked out of the store, replacing the sugar at the checkout.

'Lingard Lingerie' beckoned me. I walked past the entrance and quickly glanced in and to my utter delight a couple of young women in knee-length tartan skirts were standing around looking at stuff to buy. I hit 'FreezeTime' and walked in.

I had never been in a lingerie store before and I was amazed at all the nylon and lace which women kept squirreled away, out of sight, beneath their outer clothing.

I was instantly on the floor with my head up the taller woman's skirt. She smelled of fresh sweat and vagina. I ran my tongue over the front of her nylon panties and could feel the thick thatch of pubic hair which lay beneath. She wore neither stockings nor pantyhose. "Thank you ma'm." I said to her and tried to avoid her vacant expression.

I crawled over to the other woman I ran my tongue up her leg from her open toed sling back shoes up to her panty crotch. Her panties were loose fitting French Knickers and were damp. They also smelled of sweat, urine and vagina. I breathed her in and pulled her crotch to one side. She had black pubic hair although her hair coloring was blonde.

"I know your little secret," I told her, but she just stared at a pair of lace-topped stockings which had caught her attention. 

I left the store still sporting a sizeable erection and resumed a position more or less where I had been standing before I hit 'FreakTime' then hit 'RegularTime' and I merged with the other shoppers. I was fast running out of ideas and had to be back at St.Clair's for my 7.00 pm shift. 

On the way I met a young woman in a loose dress who had a massive ass, I hit 'FreezeTime' but changed my mind and after a while the whole thing stopped being a challenge.

I felt that like all toys and gadgets you gradually lose interest and the novelty wears off. I returned to St.Clair's Mall and placed the remote in my locker and said something hilarious to Ritmo which he didn't understand. Ritmo only thinks occasionally, normally he runs on empty...empty of brain cells that is.

I did think of going to Vegas with the Remote and hitting 'FreezeTime' at the Roulette tables. That may have been the reason some guy invented it, we will never know.

There are a lot of casinos in Vegas and Russ Baumann could soon be up there with the high rollers. Las Vegas is full of chicks too.

THE END