The weekend beginning Friday 11th July 2014 had been quite an eventful one for Keith Bradford. It was the weekend of the World Cup Final and he had been making plans to watch it when his television had decided to stop working. A friend who worked in the television repair business had deemed it unfixable so he and his girlfriend Kim had decided to purchase a new one. It was while they were in the department store that Keith had found a television remote control unit lying on of the display stands and had discovered that it had strange powers whilst he was messing about with it.
The first thing he had noticed was that when he pressed the 'Pause' button, people, vehicles and even birds in flight froze in time. This had given him the opportunity to examine the more intricate items of certain females. Secondly whilst planning to carry out such a deed, he had pressed a wrong button and been transported back forty years in time to the exact day in 1974 where he had been able to not only examine, but also interact with his chosen targets.
He had been advised on various operations of the remote by Dawn Daley, one of the presenters of a twenty-four hour television news programme, who had appeared to him on screen in the store, also on a bank's CCTV screen and on his new television screen at home. Not only that, she had also let him into a little secret as to how he could discover what she was wearing by pointing the remote at certain articles of her clothing and pressing the 'Reveal' button. Unfortunately for Keith, there was a time limit to do this and all he had managed to do so far was find out the colour of her bra the previous day.
It was now Monday morning and Kim had come home from her job at the care home and gone straight to bed. Her night shift had now ended and she was not due back at work until eight o'clock on the Wednesday morning so she had set her alarm clock to wake her at two o'clock as Keith would have been at work himself by then. He worked as a store delivery driver, delivering food and groceries to people who had ordered on-line and was due to start work at one o'clock and not finish until nine. The big match was now history and everybody now knew that Germany were the World Cup winners.
Keith had watched the match as planned the previous evening and had slept soundly again that night after his adventures the previous day where he had gone back to 1974 and pleasured a housewife, who was a member of a swingers club, a hotel receptionist, a neighbour, and had also had his cock sucked by identical twin sisters. He was debating what to do before work and had just finished watching a comedy programme on the iPlayer on his laptop when a familiar face appeared. It was his mentor, the TV news presenter, Dawn Daley. She was standing in her usual position in front of the news screen, dressed in a dark green long sleeved dress with a high neckline, but also with a sharp indent around three inches wide and about five inches deep towards her cleavage. She also wore dark tan hosiery and black court shoes.
She stood in front of the screen for a moment and Keith seized his chance. He pointed the remote at the screen and pressed the 'Reveal' button, however nothing happened. Keith tried again and still nothing happened.
"I knew you would do that sooner or later!" she said smiling at him. "Unfortunately it only works on the television and not on your laptop. If you want to try your luck again, you'll have to switch your television on, but you'll have to be quick as we finish at nine fifteen and it's already just gone five
past nine!"
Keith switched on the television and there stood Dawn in front of her screen as usual. He fumbled about on the remote and soon found the button and pressed it. Dawn's dress disappeared in an instant, revealing a very short black full slip beneath.
"We know your little fetish for these items, so I thought I'd wear this little number especially for you today," she said. "Do you like it?"
She ran her hands sexily down the front of it as she spoke.
"Oh yes," said Keith, rubbing the front of his trousers. "I wish more ladies these days would wear them."
"I wear them quite often," said Dawn. "It doesn't do to have one's VPL showing through your clothes on national television. Besides, it gives those who monitor what I wear on screen and who watch my movements on the sofa something to talk about on social media. Apart from my husband, you are the only other person who knows my little secrets!"
The five second viewing period had long since passed when she had finished speaking and her dress had reappeared, so Keith pressed the button again to reveal her slip once more. It was indeed quite short and hung from her shoulders by two thin straps.
"I don't wear long ones," continued Dawn. "They are liable to show beneath the hem of my dress and that's not good on national television!"
Keith stood gazing at her, still holding the remote.
Did you enjoy that?" said Dawn. "Next time, you'll have to be a bit quicker, and maybe you can go all the way! You've had your two chances now!"
Keith cursed silently when she said this. In all the excitement, he had forgotten to press the button again to reveal what was under her slip.
We know you like your little trips back in time," said Dawn. "So now we have a new innovation. You can go back to any year that you want, just by pressing the 'back' button and then keying in the digits of the year concerned, than then 'OK'.
"Wow!" said Keith. "How far back can it go?"
"Until 1900 at the moment, but we are working on longer than that," said dawn. "You can go back to the war years or beyond. You could even get under the skirts of the Edwardian ladies. They used to wear crotchless drawers, but to get to them you had to negotiate up to five layers of petticoats and a corset!"
"No thanks," said Keith. "That's about four layers too many!"
"Well enjoy what's on offer," said Dawn. "Just think, you can find out what your sexy English teacher used to wear in class, or what she was like was in other subjects!" she added naughtily.
Keith felt a boner develop when he heard her say this. More than a few boys in his year at school, including him, had gone through their adolescent years wondering about the lovely Miss Marston!
"The possibilities are endless," said Dawn. "All by just clicking a few buttons. How's that for an adventure? "
No sooner had she finished her sentence than the screen returned to her back at her desk.
Keith fetched the red drawstring bag from the spare room and put the remote control back into it together with Kim's old vibrator. It was still warm and sunny outside and he wore the same red shorts and t-shirt that he had done the previous day. His old school was in the opposite direction to his normal transportation site which was the children's play park, and he walked down the road enjoying the sunshine on his back and was thinking about the previous night's football game. He had meant to put a bet on at the start of the tournament but had been rather short of money at the time and would have bet on Germany winning had he done so. He would only have put a small amount on but at least he would have won something.
Not far from his school, he passed a betting shop and one of the female assistants was taking down the promotion items from out of the window. She had dark collar length hair and was wearing dark blue trousers and a yellow blouse with a stripy scarf round the neck. He looked at her for a minute and it gave him an idea. Just suppose he went back to the year 2013 and placed a bet. Knowing the result in advance could earn him thousands. He could do this for virtually anything! There was no need to be greedy, small amounts now and then would soon accumulate over time and if ever he needed any money, he had the solution.
There was a Post office next door with a cash machine on the front of the building and luckily Keith had also brought his bank card along. He put the card into the machine to check the balance and decided on withdrawing £100 which was almost the balance in his account. Never mind, he consoled himself, it would be back in his account within a few minutes and the winnings would be tucked away safely in an interest earning bank account!
