Remotely Controlled Ch. 01

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.