Keith Bradford lived with his girlfriend, Kim, in a small flat in a small market town in the English Midlands. It was Friday 11th July 2014 and he had been looking forward to watching the World Cup Final which was taking place a couple of days later. Unfortunately, his old television set had failed and a close friend had deemed it irreparable so he had been forced to buy a new one and while in the electrical store, he had found a television remote control unit lying on a display stand which he discovered had some rather unique functions. By pressing the relevant button, he was able to engage certain younger and not so younger ladies to do things both willingly and against their will but the most intriguing of all was the ability to go back in time. Whilst in the store, and on another occasion on a bank's CCTV screen, Keith had received instructions from a well-known television news presenter on the various functions on the remote which had come in very handy.
So far Keith had been transported back to the exact day forty years previously in 1974 and had found that one of the advantages of ladies being frozen in time was that they were helpless to any advances that he made on them. He had discovered a whole new generation who wore different styles of clothing to those worn by Kim and the vast majority of females back in the twenty-first century. Many of them wore multiple layers of clothing, some of which were extremely sensual and sexy and he had had the fortune to pleasure a few of these ladies in and out of their attire. The icing on the cake was the fact that he was usually invisible to everyone he encountered on his travels and although he could see them, they could only feel him, if they were lucky!
On the first occasion on the Friday when he had been transported back, Keith had managed to fully pleasure a customer in a clothes shop, followed by his girlfriend twice when he returned to real time. On the next day he had managed to entertain a sales assistant in the same store, three out of four bank clerks in the staff room at their bank and a mature housewife in a park, as well as stimulating the juices of other females in various ways on both days, either by the use of his fingers, or by using a bread stick commandeered from a lady's shopping basket.
All this activity had made him very tired and Keith slept soundly again that night and was awake by half past seven. It was now Sunday morning, the day of the big match, and he got up and made himself some breakfast before Kim arrived home from her job as a night carer in an old people's residential home. He sat in the lounge watching the Breakfast Television programme on the new television set as he ate. The two presenters, one male and one female, were discussing the football World Cup Final that was being played later that evening and who was likely to win it. He had seen the female, who was called Dawn Daley, on the previous two days giving him advice about the use of the remote; however he wasn't paying particular attention to her at that moment as he was thinking about what he was going to do later that day. He was flicking through a copy of the previous day's newspaper when the male presenter announced a commercial break. The usual assortment of trashy adverts followed and then suddenly he was aware that someone was speaking his name. He looked around thinking that Kim had come home early then went back to his paper.
"Hi, Keith!" he heard a female voice say.
He looked round again and could still see nobody. He was about to go out of the door towards the front door when the voice spoke again.
"Hi Keith, it's me Dawn!" said the female voice.
Keith looked round in amazement. Dawn was speaking to him once more, this time directly from his television set. She was sitting alone at her news desk, wearing a yellow blouse which was open at the neck.
She was quite attractive, aged in her early thirties, with short, dark, curly hair. She was often the subject of many posts on social media speculating about what she wore underneath her many outfits while on air. Sometimes she would sit on a red semi-circular sofa and some people claimed they had seen sightings of stocking tops and other items and had posted videos, some of which were in slow motion, to try and prove their point. She stood up and started walking to the screen across the studio where he had seen her before, and he could see she wore a tight black knee length skirt, nude coloured hosiery and black court shoes. As she did so, she started talking to him once more.
"So you're really getting the hang of things with the remote now, aren't you?" she said. "You certainly got to grips with the bank clerks yesterday, not to mention the lady in the park. Would you like to know a few more tricks that we've devised for it?"
"Definitely!" he said.
"Go and get the remote control unit," said Dawn
Keith nodded and dashed into the spare room and soon returned with it. To his relief, she was still there, waiting for him.
"I guess that you are like many of the men who look at me on the screen and wonder what secrets that I am hiding?" she said.
Keith nodded.
"Point the remote at my blouse and press the 'Reveal' button," said Dawn. "It might answer a question or two!"
Keith did as instructed and instantly the yellow blouse has disappeared leaving her in a white lacy full cup bra. Her breasts looked quite prominent, however before Keith could focus properly, the screen changed and she was back fully clothed once more. Without hesitation, Keith tried again and the same thing happened once more only for her to be covered up again within a few seconds. Once more he tried but this time nothing happened and Dawn remained covered up.
"Did you enjoy that?" asked Dawn, as she turned and walked back towards her desk.
"Oh yes," said Keith. "The only thing is I didn't get long enough to look before the screen changed back and you were clothed again."
"Five seconds is all you get for the first layer," said Dawn as she reached her desk. "Ten seconds for the next and so on. IF you get me naked, you get thirty seconds! But you only get two chances, and then you have to wait until the next day. One other thing before I go, when you press the 'Back' button, it will bring you back to the exact minute that you went away. You could go for hours, days even and not miss a single thing while you were away. We think of everything!"
Keith was rubbing the front of his trousers and vowed to be quicker and take her all the way the next day if he could. He longed to relieve himself; however he didn't want to waste any of his juices and vowed to find a suitable target as soon as possible. The commercial break had finished, and Dawn was once more sitting behind her desk and had been joined by a male guest to review the day's newspapers.
It was about half past eight when Kim arrived home and as with the previous morning, she made herself some toast and a cup of tea and once she had finished it, she went off to bed leaving Keith with instructions to wake her at half past four.
Keith fetched the red drawstring bag from the spare room and put the remote control back into it. He looked at the box of breadsticks which were beginning to go a bit dry and crumbly and decided to throw them away when he got back to the park. He wondered what he could use if he needed to stimulate anybody and found a spare vibrator that Kim used to use, but she now had a more powerful one to satisfy her needs when he was not around.
The old vibrator was pink and in the shape of a medium sized penis. He flicked the little switch to check it still worked okay and placed it in the bag with the breadsticks and the remote. He also took a number of paper tissues from a box in the kitchen knowing they would be handy for cleaning up any leftover residues. It was a fine sunny day outside and he had decided just to wear a t-shirt and a pair of red football shorts, together with his trainers. He had found it difficult to manoeuvre once or twice with a pair of trousers and boxer shorts round his ankles and had decided to leave his boxers at home as well.
He was about to go out when he heard someone knock on the door to the flat and opened it to find Lynda, the young lady who lived in the flat opposite, standing there.
"Oh...um...sorry to bother you," she said rather awkwardly. "I was wondering if your electricity was working, only I can't get my toaster to work, my alarm clock is blank and I've no lights either. I came in about one o'clock this morning and switched the bedroom light on and suddenly everything went off. I didn't know what to do and didn't want to wake anybody and I only had the light of my mobile to go by so I just went to bed like this and waited until this morning."
Keith eyed her up with interest. She was around five feet tall, and slightly stocky in build. She was wearing a black cardigan, a short red and black stripy dress, black tights and black pump shoes. Her hair was collar length, mainly brown, but with a few red streaks in it and she had brown eyes. He'd seen her around a few times, just to say hello to, as she hadn't been living there long. She was a few years younger than him and lived alone but Kim used to see her quite a bit and had invited her in for coffee on a couple of occasions.
"I expect it's your fuse box that needs resetting," said Keith running his eyes over her body and deciding that here was another example to test his gadget out on. "When you switched the light on, the bulb's probably blown and it's caused a small overload. It's quite common and nothing to worry about. I was just on my way out, but if you'll give me a few minutes to get ready, I'll call by when I go".
"Oh thank you Keith!" said Lynda. "I'll go back and wait for you then."
Keith nodded and closed the door as she walked away. He picked up his bag and took one last look at Kim, who was tucked up in bed and sleeping peacefully. He carefully closed the front door and walked across the corridor to Lynda's and knocked gently on her door. She opened it almost at once and he walked inside.
"So let's have a look at your fuse box then," said Keith.
"It's in the kitchen," said Lynda and she led him through the lounge into it.
She opened a large cupboard door and the fuse box sat on the wall next to the gas and electricity meters. Keith could see immediately that the large red master switch was facing in the opposite direction to all the other trip switches and flicked it up. Immediately, the kitchen light came on, together with the radio on the worktop.
"Oh, Keith you're a life saver!" said Lynda. "I was so worried that I might have to call out the electricity people and it was as simple as that. Thank you so much!"
"No problem!" said Keith. "I'm glad I could help. If ever you need a hand anytime, just knock on my door!"
