2 comments/ 28199 views/ 23 favorites Remotely Controlled Ch. 01 By: SlipLuvver Keith Bradford was in his late twenties. He was over six feet tall with short, dark hair and he lived in the English Midlands with his girlfriend, Kim, a petite blonde who was a similar age. He was in dire straits. It was two days before the World Cup Final and his television had failed. Alex, his mate, worked as a television repair man and had been summoned to investigate and hopefully repair the offending item. He had taken it to pieces, tested it and delivered his verdict. "Well, the problem is, it needs a new circuit board," Alex had said. "It'll cost you and I'll have to order it from the manufacturers. You'll be looking at a few weeks at least, and they don't come cheap. To be honest, you'll be better off scrapping this one and buying a new one." Keith nearly dropped through the floor when his mate told him how much it was likely to cost. He desperately wanted to watch the match the following evening as Kim was working nights at a care home and he would have the flat to himself. There was only one thing for it; he would have to invest in a new one. Later that day, Keith and Kim, were browsing round the electrical department of a local department store. A vast bank of flat screen televisions filled one wall, all seemingly showing the same thing, a twenty four hour news channel. There was one television which particularly caught their eye. It had a black surround and a large forty two inch screen. All the televisions were muted so Keith asked the young sales assistant if she could get the remote control and give them a demonstration. The young lady was aged in her early twenties and had long blond hair which reached well down her back and was tied in a ponytail and she wore a sky blue skirt suit with a pale yellow blouse, dark tan hosiery and black court shoes. She duly went to a nearby cupboard where the various remote controls were kept and started rummaging about. After a minute or so, she came back empty handed. "I'm sorry sir, I can't seem to find the remote for that particular model at the moment," she said. "It might be in our storeroom out the back. You see we normally we leave the channel the same and just switch the televisions on and off at the end of the day. If you'll excuse me, I'll just pop out and have a quick look." She was about to go when Keith spotted a remote control on a shelf near to one of the television sets. "It wouldn't be this one by any chance, would it?" he said picking it up. The manufacturers name on it was the same as the television which he and Kim were looking at. The sales assistant looked at it. "No," she said. "I don't think so. It looks a bit out of date to me but I'll check it just in case." She pointed the remote at the bank of screens and pressed a few buttons. Keith was aware of a strange sensation as she did it. It was almost as though time had paused for a moment. The sales assistant didn't seem to notice anything and Kim never made a comment either so perhaps he had just imagined it. "No, it doesn't work any of those," she said. "I'll leave it on my desk for now and check them again later but it's definitely not for the model you are looking at. I'll try not to keep you too long." She put the remote on her desk and walked towards a red door in the corner of the store before pressing a few digits on a keypad to let herself inside. When she had disappeared from view, Keith picked up the remote and started pressing a few buttons. "I wonder which television it works," he said, pointing it at the various models of that name. "She probably didn't check them all properly." "I don't know," said Kim. "It might not be any of them." "It's got to be one of them surely," said Keith, aiming randomly. "Put it down before she comes back," said Kim. "You shouldn't mess around with things." The remote control unit was a standard sized one and was black in colour. As well as the usual numeric buttons, volume control and other standard buttons which were grey in colour, it also had seven blue buttons with writing on them. One of these had the word 'Pause' written on it in white lettering while its neighbours either side had 'Stop' and 'Play' respectively. The four buttons above had 'Play Back', Slow Rewind', Slow Search' and 'Fast Forward' respectively, while immediately above those were the standard Red, Yellow, Green and Blue buttons. Keith pointed the remote at a large grey fifty inch television and pressed a few buttons. Immediately all the screens paused and the female newsreader could be seen standing in front of a large screen with her mouth open in mid-sentence. "Hey, will you look at that," said Keith. "It's got a pause facility, Kim. Look!" He turned towards his girlfriend who had been standing next to him. She was standing motionless, her right hand half raised towards her face to brush away a loose strand of hair. Keith put his hand out and touched her. Her skin still felt warm and soft and he was able to pinch the skin on the back of her left hand and watch it immediately return to normal. As he did so, he noticed that the watch on her wrist had stopped at that exact moment, two thirty seven in the afternoon. He checked his own watch and his mobile phone and they were the same. Even the clocks on the television news banner had frozen. Time had literally stopped, even though he was still able to move. He looked around briefly and nobody else was moving either. Another assistant was standing by an open fridge door with a young couple while a few other people were stationary further down the store. "Bloody hell!" said Keith to himself. "What have I done?" He looked at the remote control unit for a moment trying to work out how to get things moving again. He pressed the 'Pause' button once more and immediately the screens came back to life and Kim brushed the hair from her face. "Are you still playing about with that thing?" she said pointing to the remote. "Put it down, Keith. You're like a child sometimes, playing with things!" "Yes, Darling!" said Keith looking at the front of the remote again, then at his watch then at the television clocks. Time had restarted and it was now two thirty eight. "Are you feeling okay?" he added. "Yes, why?" said Kim. "Nothing, I just wondered," muttered Keith, and he pressed the 'Pause' button again. Immediately all the screens froze, this time showing a horse race with the leading horse a hoof beat away from the winning post. He looked at Kim again and she was once more like a statue, then he cautiously looked round. Once again, everyone else was stationary. "This is something else," he said to himself. "Surely, I must be dreaming this!" He pressed the 'Pause' button once more, bringing everyone back to life, and then pressed it a third time to freeze everything. The screens had now changed back to the news presenter who was still standing in front of the large screen in the studio. She was quite an attractive lady, aged in her early thirties with short, dark curly hair and she wore a short, red sleeveless dress. A few devious thoughts came into Keith's head. He wondered whether it was just people in the store who were static and wandered towards a side door and out into the street, still clutching the remote in his hand. Everything and everyone outside was still. People were either standing or sitting, some in seemingly stupid poses. A street performer was juggling three red balls and two of these were caught suspended in the air. A pigeon was caught two feet from the ground as it came into land to pick up a scrap of discarded fast food. Even a plane in the sky was stationary. Only the wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of a nearby tree and a few peoples hair. Keith went back into the store. He passed a cashier's desk and the till had been frozen in the open position. He briefly considered helping himself to a few pounds but then realised he might have some explaining to do to Kim as to where he had obtained it so decided against it. He went back to where she was standing and looked at her for a moment. She was wearing a light jacket and a short floral dress and she was standing in a perfect profile, her blond collar-length curly hair shone under the lights and she had a slight smile on her lips. He pulled out his mobile phone and took a photo of her. Her blue eyes, while staring slightly to the left, still shone and he wondered whether she could actually see him. He waved his hand in front of her but there was no response, then he tickled her in the ribs. Normally she would have let out a little yell and chastised him for it but there was no reaction. He looked around cautiously then lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist to get a view of her yellow panties then lifted it higher still to see her matching bra. Of course, he already knew what she was wearing underneath, he had seen her in them a few hours earlier, but still there was no sign of a response which perhaps was just as well! The assistant who he had been speaking to a few minutes earlier had come back through into the store with the correct remote just as he had pressed the button the final time and she stood with her hand on the door handle. Keith let Kim's dress down again, taking care to ensure that it was smoothed down evenly and stood for a moment, debating whether to go over and check her out. He wanted to, but somehow it didn't seem right in front of his girlfriend. Suddenly, he heard his name being called by a female voice. "Hi, Keith, how do you like your new toy?" Keith spun round sharply, wondering who it was who was calling to him. Kim was still in her same static position, as was everybody else in the store including the sales assistant who stood silently with a blank expression on her face. "Over here!" said the voice. There was something familiar about the voice, which seemed to be coming from the direction of the televisions. Keith looked round and saw that all of them had the same static picture of the news presenter, except for the grey one, which he had originally pointed the remote at. On this one, she was walking slowly along in front of the large screen and was talking to him. "So, what do you think of it?" she said. "It's a great piece of kit, isn't it? Just think of the fun you'll be able to have with it! Why don't you try it out on the sales assistant? I know you're dying to know what secrets she's hiding and she won't feel a thing I can promise you, just like Kim didn't when you lifted her dress up just now." "H-how do you know who we are?" stammered Keith, with a surprised expression on his face. "I heard you call each other by your names," said the presenter. "But you're on a TV screen," said Keith. "How can you hear?" "Ways and means!" said the presenter. "Now, how about checking out the assistant?" Keith hesitated for a moment and walked slowly towards the assistant, certain that he was in a dream and would soon wake up. "Run your hands over her body," said the presenter, who had now stopped walking and was standing with her back to the large screen. Keith walked slowly towards her. He paused for a moment, his hands feely slightly sweaty, then looked back at Kim, still standing silently about thirty feet away, then at the presenter on the screen. She was almost willing him on with her eyes so he ran his hands under the assistant's jacket and over her blouse. He could feel her tits, encased in a lacy bra, and massaged and tweaked them through the material. He wondered about unfastening her blouse for a better look but then thought better of it, somehow it didn't seem right. "Have a look under her skirt!" said the presenter. Keith could feel his prick rising rapidly and knelt down before her. Her skirt hem sat just over her knees and he carefully raised it a few inches with his left hand and ran other hand over her nylon-clad left leg. His heart skipped a beat as he ran his fingers over the welt of a stocking and shortly afterwards came into contact with her soft, warm skin. He raised the skirt higher to discover that she was wearing hold-ups with a dark, lacy welt. Raising the skirt slightly higher still, he noted her miniscule pale pink panties. He ran a finger across the gusset and could feel the soft mound of pubic hairs nestled beneath. He could smell her femininity and wished he could take her there and then. Instead, he let her skirt fall back into place and decided that he would complete the deal on the television, take Kim home and come back later and do just that and perhaps even find another 'willing' victim or two. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" said the presenter on the screen. "Take the remote with you and see what you can discover. You'll be surprised! Now point it at my screen and try pressing the Red button. You may like what you see!" Keith did as he was instructed. The presenter was still standing in the same pose but her red dress had now disappeared, leaving her in just a white bra which seemed barely large enough to contain her voluptuous breasts, a matching pair of matching lacy boy shorts and a pair of white stockings held up by four straps attached to a white suspender belt. Keith stood open mouthed at the sight of one of the country's best known news presenters so adorned. The sexy slight before him lasted no more than five seconds before the dress reappeared. Keith pressed the red button again and once more the dress disappeared briefly. He tried again a third time, but this time the dress stayed in place, "You only get two chances to view, and it doesn't work on anyone under eighteen," said the presenter. "Otherwise I hope you liked what was on view?" Keith nodded, and then suddenly felt foolish for doing it to a television screen. "Good!" said the presenter. "Take the remote home with you and enjoy what it has to offer. All you need to do to activate it is press the Green button, followed by the Blue Button, then the number two. It will automatically deactivate after an hour, but don't worry, wherever you are, just remember 'Green, Blue, Two' and you'll be fine. If you don't activate it, it will just act like a normal remote control and you won't be able to enjoy its special features." Keith looked at the screen and was about to say thanks, but was surprised to see that the presenter was back in the same position as she was on the remaining screens. He looked at the remote trying to work out whether he was dreaming or not. Somehow when he was fiddling with the buttons, he must have pressed that particular combination of buttons to instigate the proceedings. He needed something to smuggle the remote out in and remembered that Kim had been carrying a plastic carrier bag so he went back to where she was standing and slipped the remote in her bag, then went to the assistant's cupboard and pulled out another similar looking remote control unit hoping that neither she nor Kim would spot it was a slightly different one. Once back with Kim, he slipped his hand in her bag and pressed the 'Pause' button again to restart normal life. He put the new remote down on a stand as the assistant came back to him and Kim didn't seem to notice the remote in her bag, but just to make sure that her suspicions weren't aroused, he gently prised it from her fingers and took hold of it. Kim was quite relieved to be rid of it as although there were only a few items of groceries in it, she was beginning to find it cumbersome to hold. He completed the deal with the assistant and arranged for the television to be delivered and installed the next morning, in time for the big match the following evening. Keith and Kim walked home the short distance to their flat. He held her hand as they walked but all the time he was thinking about where he could go and what he would do when he got there. They passed a few women on the way, some older and more mature and some around Kim's age and younger. He wished he could slip his hand inside the bag there and then and freeze time but decided to wait. When they got back to the flat, it was around three thirty in the afternoon. It was Kim's first night on duty for a few days and she had to be at work for eight o'clock that evening so she decided to go to bed for a couple of hours to get some rest. Keith unpacked the few items they had bought, taking care not to let Kim see the remote and then announced that he was going out for a walk. He went into the bedroom to find Kim already in bed. She had now drawn the blinds to keep out the bright sunlight and had also taken off the dress and underwear she had previously been wearing and was wearing a short pink t-shirt nightdress. Keith stooped and kissed her gently on the lips and she looked up at him. "Wake me around half past six," she said. Keith nodded and kissed her again. As he did so, he let his hand wander under the duvet cover and rustle the hem of the short nightdress. He pulled it back and ran his fingers through her delicate pussy area and felt the lips guarding her entrance. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "Less of that! You'll have to wait until I get home from work tomorrow at the earliest." Keith smiled as he withdrew his hand. He knew exactly what Kim would say and totally respected her whenever she rejected his advances. He kissed her once more and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. He picked up the bag containing the remote and headed out of the door, debating which way to go back into town again. He decided to go via a nearby business area thinking that there may well be a few decent looking women around. He wasn't disappointed. Within a few minutes, he was standing outside the town council offices. A young woman of similar age to himself and dressed in a black trouser suit and white top was walking down the steps towards him. She had long dyed blond hair, tied up in a chignon and had a shoulder bag on her right shoulder and a mobile phone in her left hand on which she looked to be sending a text message. Keith reached in the bag and pressed the Pause button. Instantly, she froze on the steps seemingly balancing on her left foot on the last step while her right foot was just suspended in mid-air ready to land on the flat pavement before her. He walked up to her and checked briefly to make sure everything was still. He could see the staff in their offices frozen in time as well. "Hello, sweetheart," he said to her. "Let's have a look at your assets!" Her jacket was fastened with one single button and he unfastened it then lifted her top up. He expected to find just a bra underneath but found instead a white silky camisole with a delicate lace bust and thin ribbon straps tucked into the waistband of her trousers. He ran his fingers over the soft material, feeling her pliant breasts beneath. Without thinking, he pulled the top up, then pulled the camisole from out of her trousers and lifted them both up over her breasts, which were locked in a creamy lace push-up bra. It seemed strange to be doing such an act in the open air and Keith felt more at ease knowing that Kim was not around, even though he had been assured that she could not see anything when he was inspecting the shop assistant. He could feel a hard on developing beneath his trousers, and wanted to have a proper feel of her tits, but the restrictive bra and her position were preventing this so he decided to restore her to her previous state and try somebody else. He pulled her camisole and top back down again, but then he hit a snag. Her camisole hem was a good couple of inches over the waistband of her trousers and clearly showed under her top. He tried tucking it into her trousers, however he was not having much joy so he decided that the easiest way would be to unfasten them and tuck it in properly. Carefully, he managed to undo the button holding her trousers up and slid them carefully down a few inches. She wore a matching cream pair of panties under them and he was then faced with another problem. Should he tuck the camisole into her panties or leave it out as its hem still overhung the waistband. He decided that it should be tucked in and eased her panties down a little, dislodging her trousers which slithered gracefully down to her ankles. Her pussy hairs were dark and contrasted sharply with her dyed blond hair. He smoothed the camisole down and ran his fingers through her dark forest as he had done with Kim earlier, however her pussy lips were sealed tight together. He then crouched in front of her, trying to smell her femininity but it was virtually impossible being outside, so he pulled her panties back up and tucked the camisole into them, then pulled her trousers back up as well. Remotely Controlled Ch. 01 He had a little trouble trying to fasten them. This was partly due to the fact that she was only supported by her left foot and also because he found it difficult trying to pull the two parts together round her waist and push the button through its little hole simultaneously. He was on his third attempt to fasten them when he felt a pop and heard the tiny button clatter onto the step. "Shit!" he said to himself. "That's fucked that up!" He stooped and picked up the button, wondering what to do with it. Thankfully her trousers had only slipped down about an inch but he knew that when he released her back to real life, she would have a real problem. He pulled her trousers back up and pushed the loose button into the buttonhole, pulled her top down and fastened her jacket, before retreating back to where he had first seen her. He then pressed the 'Pause' button again but she only managed a couple of further steps before she heard the button drop to the floor once more and then felt the slackness round her waist as her trousers slipped slowly towards her knees. She just managed to grab them with her free hand before her panties were fully exposed and pulled them back up as best she could before scuttling off to her car which was parked nearby hoping that not too many people had seen her predicament. Keith continued his walk along the street. His next victim was a young lady, aged about nineteen or twenty. She was strolling slowly up the street towards him, her right hand clutching the strap of a shoulder bag on her right shoulder while in her left she held a small carrier bag. She was wearing a yellow cardigan which was unfastened, a white lacy blouse and a navy blue knee length print skirt, and on her feet she wore a pair of white sling back sandals. A pair of large brown plastic rimmed sunglasses was perched on her head like an Alice band, holding back her long dark loose hair. Keith reached into his bag and pressed the 'Pause' button once more as she got near to him. The girl turned to a human statue at once and Keith put down his bag. This time he decided to start with her skirt and lifted it up to her waist. A pair of pale pink panties with a cute little bow on the waistband sat underneath. Following his earlier problem with the trouser-suited lady he decided to leave her skirt in place as he didn't want problems with the zip breaking or sticking, however closer inspection revealed that the skirt was elasticated and so with a sharp tug, it was despatched down round her ankles and her panties were revealed in all their glory. Keith instantly felt a boner developing once more as he hooked his fingers inside the waistband and dropped them slowly to her ankles. Dark, wispy pubes surrounded her most intimate opening and Keith ran his fingers through them. Her cunt lips were slightly open and he could smell her femininity. He ran his fingers gently over them and rubbed them seductively. A small amount of her juices appeared and he tried inserting his fingers further but was unable to so he knelt down and put his tongue to them and licked it away. He stood up and cautiously looking round, he unzipped his trousers and brought out nine inches of bulging penis. The glans had already pushed itself back and he nuzzled its tip against her cunt lips as best he could and it didn't take long for another small amount of secretion to appear. He unbuttoned her blouse, taking great care not to damage any of the buttons and pulled the two parts apart and pushed the blouse and cardigan as far off her shoulders as he could. Her breasts were small, but deliciously pert and were hidden by a pink floral bra. He reached behind and had soon unclipped it, something he was an expert at with Kim. He lifted the bra away, its straps still restrained by the sleeves of her blouse and cardigan and began kissing and suckling her tits in turn while nuzzling her cunt lips once more with his cock. The girl stood impassive while this was going on and pretty soon Keith could feel more of her juices beginning to flow until she was quite wet and her pussy hairs had become sticky and matted. It was difficult for Keith to contain himself from having an eruption but somehow he managed to as he didn't want his spunk on her body as it could just possibly be traced back to him. He managed to get his boner back inside his trousers and quickly readjusted the girl's tits back into her bra and fastened her blouse up again, this time without a hitch. He soon pulled her panties and skirt back up and smoothed the creases out of it before hitting the pause button once more. The girl walked past him still in her own thoughts before he heard her suddenly stop and make an exclamation. Keith turned round. "Sorry, did you say something?" he asked in all innocence. "Er...no...it's um okay, I, um, tripped on the pavement," stammered the girl. She had now turned bright red with embarrassment, wondering why her panties were damp and her pussy hairs felt uncomfortable. She turned and quickly walked away down the street and Keith continued with his walk. He met a few other women but decided against freezing them. About ten minutes later, he was back in the main shopping street outside the store where he had purchased the television from just over an hour earlier. He went in through the main entrance and made his way through the store to where the electrical department was. The assistant who had served him was there talking to an older woman who looked to be a senior manager. She was dressed in a red jacket and a black dress, dark hosiery and black shoes. Keith licked his lips in anticipation. "Hmm," he thought to himself. "Two for the price of one. This could be my lucky day!" The assistant hadn't yet made eye contact as Keith reached into the bag. He was so busy looking at the attractive dark haired lady with her that he didn't notice that he had pressed the wrong button until it was too late. Instead of everything freezing as before, there was a small white flash and a puff of smoke. As the smoke quickly cleared, instead of being surrounded by television s and other electrical equipment, Keith found himself a toy department. On one side of the aisle stood a shelf full of children's games; Monopoly, Mousetrap, Ker Plunk and many more sat on the shelves before him. On the other side the shelves were filled with dolls, dolls houses, prams and other accessories. The assistant and her companion were nowhere to be seen, but somehow the store looked vaguely familiar. The side entrance he had looked out of earlier was still there, but the doors were wooden with a glass panel rather than the automatic glass ones that he had walked through previously. He headed towards them and stepped out into the street. Gone was the pedestrian precinct and instead there was a busy main road with cars, buses and lorries. People were scurrying about; some were running towards a nearby bus, others were trying to dodge the busy traffic to catch buses standing on the other side. It was as though he was in a time warp. As he walked down the street a little way, some of the buildings were recognisable to him. A couple of hundred yards down on the opposite side of the road he could see the railway station. The outside of the building looked the same but the road layout past it was different. Even the cars, lorries and buses were different. Most of the buses were of the rear open platform design with a conductor to collect the fares, while the sleek modern looking cars that he knew had been replaced by more heavy, less environmentally friendly vehicles. Even the people were dressed differently. There were no baggy jeans, shorts, trainers or skimpy tops in sight, in fact nothing from the twenty-first century at all. An old newspaper lay discarded on a seat in a bus shelter nearby and Keith caught sight of the headline. 'Germany wins World Cup -- Beats Holland 2-1'. Keith looked puzzled. The World Cup Final was in two days' time and Germany were playing Argentina, not Holland, who were in fact playing Brazil in the Loser's final the next day. He looked closer at the article. 'West Germany has beaten The Netherlands to win the 1974 World Cup,' it read, and went on to give a full account of the match. Nearby, a man stood selling copies of that day's newspaper and Keith walked over and looked at the date on the headline banner. 'Friday July 12 1974' it read. Keith looked around him and suddenly realised what may have happened. The street, the vehicles and the way that the people were dressed all pointed to one thing; he had been transported back into time. Suddenly he felt a panic. What had he done, how could he get back, what would happen if he couldn't get back? He pulled the remote out of the bag and pressed the 'Pause' button and instantly, everything stopped. "Well, it's not that one," thought Keith to himself. To the left of it was the 'Stop' button. Keith pressed it but nothing happened. To the right of it a button said 'Play'. Keith pressed it and life restarted again. Above it was the 'Fast Forward' button and he pressed that one. Immediately there was another white flash and he was back in the shopping precinct in the twenty first century once more. "Wow! That's something else," he thought to himself. "Not only can I stop time, but I can go back in time as well! I wonder how I did it; I must have touched the 'Play Back' button in error. I wonder if I can do it again." He was looking at the buttons and absent mindedly started walking as he did so. An elderly lady was walking towards him with her friend and he accidently knocked against her shoulder. "Why don't you look where you're going!" she said crossly. "You're all the same you youngsters, playing with those bloody phone things and walking into people!" "Sorry," said Keith apologetically. The lady scowled at him and walked away with her friend complaining about 'young people today who have no respect for their elders.' "Time to get out of here," thought Keith. "I wonder what the time is." He looked at his watch; the time was just gone five past four, so he still had over two hours until he needed to wake Kim. He pressed the 'Play Back' button and as before, there was a puff of smoke and he was outside the store once more but this time in 1974. He looked down the street towards the station. The clock on the station tower also said seven minutes past four, so he was exactly forty years to the day back in time. Keith walked down the street a little way, watching the people going about their business and deciding who was going to be his first victim. He had his eyes set on a young lady aged in her early twenties who was waiting at the end of a long bus queue. The traffic was as bad as he when he had left a few minutes earlier and the pavement was full of people. The lady in question was peering down the street in anticipation. She had shoulder length blond hair and wore a black jacket and a yellow dress, just above knee length, together with black low heel shoes. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice two other ladies in their early forties walking towards him. One of them caught him on the shoulder as she passed by and Keith instinctively apologised. Instead of berating him though, they started admonishing a middle-aged businessman who was walking in the same direction as himself. Keith chuckled to himself as the ladies continued on their way and walked into the entrance of a nearby clothes shop. They were quite attractive looking; one of them had collar length, strawberry blond hair with a fringe. She was dressed in a white jacket, a short pink dress which rested just above the knee, light tan hosiery and white heeled sandals. Her friend had shorter, darker hair and wore a brown jacket and skirt which was a similar length to her friend's, a cream blouse, brown shoes and darker tan hosiery. Keith now knew he had his first victims. He pressed the 'Pause' button and time stood still. He walked over to the young lady in the bus queue. Nobody had yet come to join it behind her, so he could get quite close to her. Her dress had pleats in the skirt and he started gathering up the material in his hands. The back of the dress slowly began to rise revealing a short white slip. He took hold of its hem and lifted both it and the dress together until he could see her firm arse cheeks snuggled into a pair of pure white skimpy panties. He stood quite close to her, letting the material of her clothes rest upon his hands as he clasped her tightly from behind. He let his fingers slide over the soft, silky material and to his surprise, her panties felt quite damp and he could see a small stain on the front of them. He slid a finger inside the gusset and she was quite wet and her pussy hairs felt stiff and matted. "You've been busy this afternoon, haven't you?" Keith said to the unspeaking female. "Someone's made you come, and quite recently too, so let's see if we can make you come a little more." Her pussy lips were slightly open and he managed to insert his finger an inch or so inside her and waggle it about a bit, but he needed something a little thicker and longer. He let her dress down and decided to try and find something. Standing in the bus queue a few places in front was a middle aged lady with a wicker shopping basket on her arm, in which he could see she had two packets of bread sticks. They were about half an inch in diameter and around a foot long and each packet contained a dozen of them. "I'm sure she won't miss a packet," thought Keith to himself, helping himself and putting one in his bag. He turned and went back to the young lady. Her dress had a white collar and about six buttons from the top one to her waist, and was fastened round the middle with a matching belt. He set about unfastening them as a white lacy bra with small red roses came into view. Her breasts felt quite firm and he squeezed them through the material. He lifted the bra above them and tweaked each nipple in turn, and then he kissed each one and started licking them. Her nipples were already quite firm and didn't need much stimulation before they were quite hard. He lifted up her skirt and slip, this time from the front, and knelt down before her, letting them rest over the top of his head like a tent. He opened the packet of breadsticks, took one out, pulled the gusset to one side and inserted it in her orifice. Slowly and carefully he pushed it inside her until almost half of it was inside, then he started pumping it in and out in a steady rhythm. He could smell her juices forming once more inside her as over the next few minutes a trickle of her cum emerged and then as he continued, more and more until a steady stream emitted from within and ran down her leg. It seemed strange performing such an intimate act in complete silence. Kim was quite vocal when she had her orgasms and would often deliver forth a barrage of uncouth language, but the lady remained resolutely silent. After he had finished, he took a bite of the tip of the breadstick, tasting her sweet juices and wiped her clean as best he could with a paper tissue handkerchief before pulling her clothing back into place and fastening her dress up again, making sure that it was smoothed down evenly. He wondered who she was, what she did for a living and who she had been entertaining earlier that afternoon. He thought she may be a secretary or possibly even a teacher but whoever it was that she had been with was a very lucky person. He picked up his bag and went into the shop where the two ladies had gone. They were standing just inside the doorway. "Good afternoon, ladies," she said politely to the two living statues. "And what are we looking at then?" They had stopped to look at a mannequin wearing a red knee length dress, which had a white collar, short sleeves and was buttoned down the front from the neck to the hem, together with a belt around the waist. "You'd look good in that," he said to the one with the strawberry blond hair. I could just see you in that, it would suit your slender figure so why don't you let me make sure?" The ladies were standing around three or four feet away from the mannequin so he had plenty of room to manipulate. The strawberry blond was standing with her arms down by her side, and with her handbag hanging on a long strap on her shoulder. Her friend had been frozen with her right hand out in front of her, pointing towards the mannequin. He stood in front of them and looked directly at each of them. Something seemed strangely familiar and he had the feeling that he had seen them before somewhere recently. He stared at their vacant expressions and then suddenly, it dawned on him. A few minutes earlier, back in real time, he had bumped into an elderly lady whilst fiddling with the buttons on the remote. It was the dark haired lady who he recognised first; although her hair was greyer back in real time, it was in a similar style and her facial features hadn't changed much. Her friend had shorter, fair hair in real time but when he looked closely, he could tell it was her. Now here they were forty years younger and at his mercy. "I remember you both know," he said out loud to them. "You ranted and raved at me when I bumped into outside earlier on, didn't you? So you're as rude and awkward in 1974 as you were in 2014 are you, well perhaps I ought to have a bit of fun with you both and bring you down a peg or two, but what could I do?" He stood thinking for a moment wondering what he could do. He didn't fancy trying to service her or her friend in any way now he knew who she was but she needed to be taught a lesson, he thought. Then it came to him, she and her friend were admiring a red dress on a mannequin. She had been frozen in an ideal position to remove her own clothing without too much difficulty so perhaps he could replace those with the dress on the mannequin. Two sales assistants were also frozen at a counter nearby and when time restarted for them, they would see her so dressed and awkward questions would be asked. He slid her handbag from her shoulders and laid it on the counter, then stood behind her and managed to slide her jacket away from her shoulders and down her arms and it came off quite easily. The short pink dress had a round neck so that there was no sign of any cleavage. It also had short sleeves, together with a white border around the neck, sleeve ends and hem. It was fastened at the back by a long zip from her neck down to her waist together with a fiddly hook and eye at the top and the zip made a rasping noise as Keith pulled it down. He pushed the dress down her arms and it soon slid over her hands and dropped in a neat little pile on the floor around her ankles. She stood still facing the mannequin wearing a short, pink petticoat which barely covered the welts of her stockings. Keith couldn't resist lifting it up slightly and having a peek at what was underneath. He wasn't disappointed as she sported a very fetching pair of white panties, which had pink frills around the waistband and leg openings, together with a white suspender belt holding up her tan stockings. He let out a low whistle and let his fingers slide inside her left leg. Instead of a forest of pubic hair, she felt completely smooth and her slit was closed tight so he couldn't have done anything even if he had wanted to. He pulled the panties down a little way and sure enough, she was completely shaven. He lifted the petticoat higher up past her waist and rested the front of it over her head. Her tits sat in a white lace bra and he gave them a little squeeze. His penis was horizontal again. "You may have a bad temper, but my god have you got a beautiful body," he said out loud to her. He pulled her panties back up and straightened the petticoat but now he had a bigger task on his hands. Somehow, he had to get her original dress up and over her body. Under normal conditions, she would have just stepped out of it, but Keith had to stoop and lift it up. It took a bit of gentle tugging and pushing to get the narrow waist part over her arms but he managed to get it clear and over her head. Remotely Controlled Ch. 01 He put the dress with her jacket and set about undressing the mannequin. This was a lot easier as all he had to do was unfasten the belt then undo all the buttons down the front. The mannequin stood in a striking pose and was naked under the dress. Keith had seen assistants dressing them before when he had been shopping with Kim and he knew that they were like a jigsaw puzzle; their arms and legs detached from the head and torso part. This one was no exception and he had soon unlocked both arms. The dress almost fell off the mannequin's body and all Keith then had to do was remove the arms from the sleeves. The mannequin's dress was slightly larger than that of his victim and it was a piece of cake to manoeuvre it over her shoulders, arms and body and then button it up and fasten the belt. He soon added her jacket and slipped the handbag back onto her shoulder as before. Once he had done all of this, he stood back and admired his handiwork. "Wait until everyone wakes up," he said. "Then you'll have some talking to do!" The question now was what to do with her own dress. He thought for a moment and then he had a brainwave. He would put it on the mannequin! All he had to do was drop the dress over the mannequin's torso, then push the arms into the sleeves, lock them onto the body and zip it up. Simple! Five minutes later, a strawberry blond, wearing a red dress, still with its shop label and price tag, a white jacket and with her handbag back on her shoulder, was standing statuesque looking at a mannequin wearing the dress that she had been wearing when she walked in. Keith didn't bother looking to see what her friend was wearing but retreated back outside into the doorway where he could see both of his victims. He was about to hit the 'Pause' button once more when he made yet another astonishing discovery. A young schoolgirl and her mum had come out of the shop just as he had frozen time. He could see their reflections quite clearly in the glass panels on the entrance door, but he couldn't see his own! "That's bloody strange," he thought to himself. "I can see the reflection of these two and I can see that of the bus on the other side of the road. I can look down and see myself, but I can't see my own reflection. I must be invisible, but that's impossible!" He went back into the shop in search of a mirror and soon found one. He stood in front of it expecting to see a young man in a blue zip jacket, grey trousers and a grey checked shirt and carrying a red plastic carrier bag staring back at himself. Instead there was nothing, only the reflection of another mannequin in a green dress behind him. He put the bag down for a moment and scratched his head. Suddenly he could see the bag again in the mirror and instantly picked it up again thus rendering it invisible once more. "Fuck me," he said aloud again. "I am invisible!" A lot of things suddenly seemed a whole lot clearer to him. The fact that the lady didn't see him earlier in the street, blaming instead another innocent passer-by, plus the fact that other people didn't seem to acknowledge him in the toy shop earlier; it all made sense. "This puts a whole new light on things," he thought to himself. "I could cause mayhem like this and nobody would be able to see me. The only thing is I'll have to keep hold of the bag and the remote in case I lose it otherwise I'll never be able to get back to 2014." Just to test his theory even further, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis, stroking it gently. He was aware of it stiffening, but nothing was showing in the mirror. Satisfied that nothing of him could be seen, he zipped himself up and brought everybody back to life again. The two ladies were deep in conversation together and the dark haired one was still pointing at the mannequin. "Look at that, Doreen, that dummy's wearing a dress just like yours!" Doreen looked at the mannequin for a second. "Yes, it is, isn't it? But mine had a slight mark on the hem from when I spilled the coffee in the café earlier!" she said. She stepped forward to inspect it and looked in surprise. "This one has the same mark, in exactly the same place!" she exclaimed. "Look, just here above that white line!" Her friend took a step closer to have a look and looked at the dress, then looked back at Doreen. "When did you change your dress?" she said. "You were wearing a pink one like that when you came in!" The two ladies looked at each other, and then Doreen looked down at the red dress that Keith had put on her a few minutes earlier. "This isn't my dress!" she exclaimed and pointed to the one the mannequin was wearing. "That is! I'm wearing the mannequin's dress!" Unfortunately, the fact that she was wearing a dress with shop labels still attached had not gone unnoticed by the shop assistants, neither did her last statement. One of them had called the supervisor who was now on her way to speak with her. Soon Doreen, her friend, the shop assistants and the supervisor were embroiled in a discussion on the shop floor. Poor old Doreen was at a loss to explain her circumstances and was last seen being escorted to the manageress's office by the shop assistant with her friend tagging along behind. Keith took a walk further into the store. Now he was invisible, he didn't need to freeze time to pleasure himself, there was a chance he could do it properly, with the right lady of course. While all the furore was taking place, he took the chance to seek out another victim and it didn't take more than a minute or so. A tall, leggy blond haired lady in her mid-twenties had squeezed herself into a long, red halter neck dress and was standing in front of a long mirror, turning this way and that, then almost with her back to the mirror and looking down over her shoulder. The dress had a modest slit from the left knee downwards showing a very shapely ankle. White sling back sandals adorned her feet and her long hair hung down sexily over her bare shoulders. "What do you think, sweetie?" she cooed to a slightly older dark haired man standing nearby. "Do I look sexy in this? Does it turn you on?" "Oh yes, my darling!" he replied. "It shows off your tight arse very nicely! You'll be the belle of the office ball!" "Roger!" exclaimed the lady in hushed tones. "Be careful, someone might hear you! I'm not too sure though, I love the dress, but it's a bit tight around the waist." The man walked over to her, put his arm round her waist and kissed her. Then he gave her a slap on the backside. "That's a shame," he said. "The assistant tells me it's the only one they have left in stock. Oh well, we can always try the Co-op. Go and get changed and I'll wait for you here." He fondled her backside as she walked away and she giggled, holding the dress a few inches above the floor so that she didn't trip over it. She turned and walked towards a curtained off area in the corner of the store which was marked 'Changing Room' above it. Keith followed her and managed to get inside with her before she drew the curtain closed. The area was about six feet square and contained a small bench along the back wall, plus a couple of hooks on the side wall. A mauve jacket and matching skirt lay on the bench together with a white blouse, a white bra and her handbag. She quickly unfastened the dress and eased it down over her hips before stepping out of it, then hung it back on its original hanger which was on one of the wall hooks. She wore a pair of white skimpy panties and was about to reach for her bra when Keith made his move. He moved up close behind her and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts to his ankles, then reached out and grabbed her gently by the waist. She giggled girlishly as he ran his hands over her body. "Roger! Stop that immediately. Someone might come in!" she said. Keith had no intentions of stopping, especially as she now thought he was her companion. He had noticed a gold wedding ring and a large engagement ring on the third finger of her left hand and assumed that it was her husband who was waiting outside. He reached under her arms and caressed and fondled her tits, pulling the teats gently into position and tweaking them from behind. The girl closed her eyes while he did it and moaned gently. He ran his fingers down her slender young body to her waist and pulled her white panties slowly but purposely down past her knees to her ankles then reached round to her pussy area and began searching through the forest of pubic hair surrounding her sacred entrance. He tickled it and she giggled once more. "Roger, give over! I know you like doing it in unusual places, but never did I think you'd try it in a shop full of people!" she chastised. Keith felt on a roll now and he gently pushed her so that her upper body bent forward towards the bench. Soon she was bending over it with her hands flat on the bench seat and her backside high in the air and he was stroking his cock so that it was ramrod hard. She had disregarded her panties and was naked except for her sandals. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and her pussy lips had opened in readiness as he steadied himself into her, and then started to shaft her with long, hard, regular strokes. Her long hair was now splayed out across her back and down either side of her shoulders as he gripped her waist. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration as she was enjoying what was being done to her and grunted away in unison with his actions. She had huge tits and they were hanging down before her as she leaned over, shaking and wobbling almost uncontrollably. Keith grabbed hold of her waist and slowly raised her to a standing position and she put her hands flat against the back wall to support herself as he reached round under her arms, rubbing against her breasts once more as he continued to pound her. Her grunts slowly increased in volume and her hair was flying all over the place sometimes hitting Keith full in the face. "Oh, Roger," she moaned, "Roger, roger me please! Oh God, this is heaven!" Her eyes were still tightly shut and she was grunting quite loudly. Now and again she would push her hair back from her face and after a while she took her hands away from the wall and held them over Keith's, pressing them onto her bosoms. Finally, she gave an almighty yell and spewed forth her juices out onto the changing room carpet. "Oh Roger," she sighed opening her eyes and releasing her grip from Keith's hands bringing them down instead to her sopping pussy hairs. "You haven't given me such a good fuck since we came back on the train from that conference in Blackpool last October!" Keith had now pulled out of her and was standing in a corner away from the curtain tucking his now receding cock back inside his boxer shorts. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back to reveal a very stern faced middle-aged sales assistant, together with her companion, Roger. "Madam, what on earth is going on in here!" the Sales Assistant said in a demanding voice. "Sorry, we got a bit carried away," said the lady turning round. She quickly pulled on her panties and grabbed her blouse from the bench to try and hide her modesty but with little success. "Your husband has been out here waiting for you for the last ten minutes!" said the assistant crossly. "He's not my husband...I...I mean he can't have," said the lady suddenly looking panicky. "If he's out there then who's been in here with me?" "Nobody!" said Roger who had been standing behind the assistant. "I saw you go in, Lucy, and nobody went in before you or after you and nobody's come out either. I thought we'd spoken about this, you know, you touching yourself up in public places!" "But...but...somebody's just fucked me from behind," stammered poor Lucy. The shop assistant looked horrified at her choice of vocabulary. "Get dressed," said Roger looking embarrassed. "We'll finish this conversation later!" He turned to the shop assistant. "I'm so sorry," he said in a calmer tone. "My friend...um... wife has a tendency to get carried away sometimes. I sincerely hope that what she has been doing hasn't offended you and I'm prepared to pay for the cleaning if you wish," he said pointing to the stain on the carpet. He left the cubicle with the assistant. Keith was still in the corner watching as Lucy dressed herself, sobbing quietly to herself. A feeling of guilt swept over him and he hoped that his moment of fun caused no long lasting damage between them, whether they were husband and wife or not. Lucy left the cubicle now dressed in the mauve skirt suit and white blouse and Keith followed her and Roger to the door. Once outside, they stopped talking for a moment or two and he was enlightened to see Roger put his arms around her and give her a loving kiss. Somehow, he thought, they would be alright. Almost immediately Doreen and her friend came out and both were looking very serious and hurried off up the street. Doreen was once more wearing her own dress and he watched them for a moment or two then looked at his watch; it was almost five minutes to five. "Time to go back to 2014 and reality," he said to himself and pressed the 'Forward' button, but not before he had lifted the skirt of a young lady who happened to be passing! Once more there was a small white flash and he found himself back on the pavement in the pedestrian precinct once more. He walked home quite quickly not bothering to interact with any ladies who came in his direction. When he got home, Kim was still sleeping peacefully and he lay on the bed beside her for a few minutes thinking about the events of the afternoon. Perhaps he had been dreaming, he thought. Yes, that was it, he would wake up in a few minutes and it would all be a dream. The tip of his penis felt sore and he withdrew it through his boxer shorts. It was a little red at the tip then he noticed the bag he had put down just inside the bedroom door. He looked inside and in the bottom was the remote control unit and a white box marked 'Large Bread Sticks'. "My God!" he said to himself. "So I'm not dreaming. It really happened." He picked up the bag and walked out of the room trying to think of somewhere to hide it. After considering a couple of likely sites, he settled on an old wardrobe in the spare bedroom. Kim hadn't been in there in months and most of the stuff stored in the room was his so there was little chance of her needing to go in there for anything. He went back into the bedroom, still with his penis dangling through his trousers and lay back on the bed, rubbing himself gently at the thought of the unknown girl in the bus queue and of poor Lucy. He hoped everything was okay and smiled when he thought of the trick he had played on Doreen with her dress and the mannequin. He must have closed his eyes momentarily and the next thing he was aware of was somebody stroking his penis. It was now rock hard again and he opened his eyes to see Kim propped up on her left elbow, fondling him with her right hand. "Hello, Keithie!" she cooed. "Have you missed me?" Keith nodded and reached across and kissed her on the lips. She pulled away and put her tongue towards his swelling organ. "Poor baby! You look sore. Let me kiss it better for you," she said setting her tongue to work. She licked its tip then up and down and along the shaft. Her tongue was soft and smooth and at once Keith felt better. The glans was now out and the veins bulged along his hard member. Each time she came close to the tip, she would pause and kiss it gently, rubbing it sensually with her fingers. She paused for a moment and began unfastening the belt around his waist, then the fastener on his trousers. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband and pulled them away together with his boxer shorts. Keith lifted his backside off the bed to allow her to do this and she quickly pulled his shoes off before both trousers and underpants were pulled off with a triumphant yank. Keith's penis now stood vertical and he had soon unfastened just enough buttons to allow him to pull his shirt over his head. Kim meanwhile grasped the hem of her short nightdress and pulled it up and over her body. She tossed it to one side and knelt on the bed astride him. Keith made a little gesture with his fingers for her to turn around and position herself so that her cunt lips were level with his face and his penis was in line with her mouth. After a lot of giggling and manoeuvring, they were both in place and he inserted his tongue into her moist opening skilfully avoiding the mass of blond pubes guarding the entrance. Simultaneously, she started hungrily sucking on his cock, taking it deep into her throat and running her fingers along its shaft. Keith had raised his head from the pillow and his tongue was working overtime. Every now and then Kim would give out a stifled gasp as he hit a sensitive spot. It was almost a competition to see who would succumb first, him or her, but eventually Keith could hold no more and ejaculated a torrent of hot sperm deep inside her mouth which she swallowed readily. This was the catalyst for Kim and within seconds, she too had erupted and Keith was drinking in the results of her orgasm. After a few minutes, Kim lifted herself up and turned to face Keith. She knelt on the bed before him and ran her fingers through her short blond curls, then brought them down and started fondling her tits. "Beat you again, didn't I?" she said mockingly. "How many is that now? Five out of the last six I believe!" "You cheated last time," retorted Keith. "You dug your nails in and made me come when I wasn't ready." "You can't stand the pace!" she goaded. "You're losing your touch!" "I'll show you who's losing their touch!" said Keith, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward. She squealed as he rolled over on top of her and guided his penis through her forest of matted curls and began shafting her. "So...you think...I'm past...it...do you?" he said as he banged away. "Well...I'll show you...lady! There's life...in the old...dog yet!" Kim lay back with her head on the pillow, gripping his waist tightly, urging her body onto his, and watching him come up and down. He was getting quite red in the face and his pace slackened slightly. "What's the matter?" she said nonchalantly. "Is it all getting a bit much, old man?" Keith uttered an expletive under his breath and started off once more at his original pace. Every now and then his penis would slam against her cervix and she would utter a few expletives of her own. "Oh yes, that's more fucking like it!" she exclaimed. "Come on, Keithie baby, fuck me. Make me come again, come on, fuck me harder!" Her expletives got louder and more frequent as Keith steadily pounded away. It seemed an age until he could feel his sap rising, but eventually it did and he shot yet out another stream, coinciding with her own once more. Combined juices saturated the sheet as they lay back in each other's arms contemplating the events which had just taken place. Poor Keith was worn out! It was the third time he had come in two hours and he felt shattered. The alarm clock sounding for half past six brought them both to their senses and Kim sprang off the bed like a two year old. "I'm going for a shower," she said brightly. "Get these dirty sheets off the bed and I'll put some clean ones on when I come out then you'll have to get the dinner on. There's some fish in the freezer and you can fry some chips...unless that is, you want to join me and see if you can score a hat trick!" Of course, Keith couldn't tell her that he already had and shook his head. He dressed and pulled the stained sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry basket before heading for the kitchen and began preparing the meal.