World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

The girl was stunning, but she was very thin and waiflike, like models tend to be. She had long, curly, fiery-red hair; high cheekbones; catlike, emerald-green eyes; and small lips with a hint of red lipstick. She was wearing a light-green sundress. She was very attractive, I must say.

While she looked to be around twenty, the guy seemed to be much older than her

She stood behind the guy and shot a smile my way.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"Hi," the guy said back. "I thought maybe the cabin next to us was going to be empty. You guys just got on board?"

"Yeah. We were pretty lucky the boat was still here."

Charlotte stepped out of our room, probably because she heard me talking to someone.

"This is Charlotte," I said, gesturing toward her.

"I'm Robert Saylor and this is my girlfriend Sandra. But people call me Rob and her Sandy. You guys on vacation?"

"Yep."

"We are going to go explore. Wanna come along?" Robert asked.

"Sure," Charlotte answered.

"We were gonna meet our friend, Michael, by the front pool area."

"Sounds good," I replied.

We headed up to the pool area and found Michael lounging by the edge.

After some quick introductions, Robert asked, "So do you guys go to college?"

"University of Florida," I answered.

"What year are you guys?" Michael asked.

"I'm a sophomore, and Charlotte is a junior." I replied.

"Let's go find people our own age to hang out with," Michael said.

"Chill, man, they're only a few years behind us," Rob said with a grin. Then he turned to me and added, "Me and Michael, we graduated from Emory University two years ago."

"Yeah, we're from Georgia," Rob replied, nodding.

"I'm not from Georgia," Sandra, who had been quiet up until then, said.

Rob glanced over at her with a smile. "Sandra is younger than us," he said, looking back at us. "I guess she is a year older than your girlfriend."

"I'm not—" Charlotte started to say, but I quickly cut her off, stepping in smoothly. "Yeah, she's about a year younger," I said with a smile.

Charlotte shot me a quick glance, clearly a bit taken aback by how I'd implied she was my girlfriend.

But she quickly recovered and she turned her attention to Sandra. "I've been wanting to ask—do you do modeling?"

"Yeah, I've been modeling since I was 17."

"Wow! That's so cool!" Charlotte's eyes widened in admiration.

Sandra blushed slightly. "Thanks," she said modestly, then glanced at Charlotte. "But honestly, you could totally model too."

"Oh, I don't know about that; I think I'm not tall enough," Charlotte said with a shy laugh.

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the ship with the trio. Even though I had read the brochure on the cruise, I was still surprised by the variety of activities. There was a pool with water slides, a gym with a basketball court, a small library, a movie theater, plus bars and clubs.

After touring the boat for a while, we decided to go to the pool. We went back to our rooms to change into swimsuits. Charlotte put on a black bikini. She was looking really pretty with her hair down and the bikini really showed off the hourglass shape of her sexy body.

Sandra, in a bright red bikini, looked like a model right out of a magazine.

After spending the better part of the afternoon by the pool, Charlotte wanted to head back to our room and take a nap.

This was a vacation, after all.

"Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?" Robert asked as we were saying our goodbyes outside the doors to our respective rooms.

I looked at Charlotte for confirmation and she replied, "Sure, that sounds good. Meet up in the hallway at, say, seven?"

"Works for us," Sandra said.

Turns out that Charlotte wasn't tired so much; she just wanted some alone time.

Charlotte led me to the couch, and before I knew it, she crawled on my lap, leaned over and kissed me.

I reached my hands behind her back and tugged her closer to me. We kissed more fervently and I gently slipped a little tongue.

I began moving my hands around her back, when she suddenly separated her lips from mine and stared into the depths of my soul with her ocean blue eyes.

"Am I your girlfriend now?" she purred gently.

"Don't want to be?" I said confidently.

She smiled. "I do," she whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

I delicately trace my fingers along the strap of her bikini, savoring the sensation of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. As I did, she run both of her hands through my hair.

I began to explore her body with my hands, moving them down to her hips and to her tight ass cheeks.

She let out a soft moan.

I could feel her heart racing against my chest.

Her eyes closed as she squirmed around, rubbing herself across me.

I slowly moved my hand down from Charlotte's tummy, inching closer to the hem of her bikini bottom.

I gently sliped my hand lower and as my fingers made contact with her warm, damp pussy lips, I could feel her quiver.

"Oh, God..." She opened her eyes and looked at me.

She was furiously humping her pelvis against my crotch, pushing her hips against my hand as I continued to pleasure her, forcing my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

"Ohh. Fuck! Oh, Yes!" Her moans became even louder, she started to shiver and shake. Then, she stiffened and collapsed in my arms breathing heavily.

After a few moments, Charlotte's breathing returned to normal, and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "What am I gonna do with my bikini now?" she said, her voice husky. "It's all soaked..."

"I am not sure..." I whispered. "But you are not going to leave me like this, are you?"

She gave my crotch a quick glance, and a sly grin spread across her lips as she reached out with her hand.

...

Just before 7 p.m., we changed into our evening outfits. Charlotte slipped into a striking red dress, while I put on a suit, minus the jacket.

We left our room about the same time as Robert and Sandra did.

They seemed to look at us two a bit differently.

"Heard a lot of interesting sounds coming from your room," Robert shot me a knowing look.

Sandra chuckled softly. "Looks like you weren't that tired after all, Charlotte."

I turned to Charlotte with a grin. "I guess the walls aren't thick enough." I said, feigning injury after Charlotte slugged me in the shoulder.

Sandra laughed at our antics.

We made our way to one of the onboard restaurants, chatting as we went.

We approached the onboard restaurant's reception desk. The receptionist was a young man with a neatly trimmed beard, his name tag reading "Ethan."

"We're Charlotte Rodriguez and Jack Somnus." I said.

Ethan tapped on his computer and smiled. "Yes. You're assigned to our VIP dining area." he said and then he glanced at Robert and Sandra. "And you two?"

Robert gave him their names.

"I have you down for the regular section." Ethan's smile didn't falter.

Robert stayed calm, but Sandra looked between him and the receptionist.

"We'll just go with you guys," I said, not wanting to cause any awkwardness.

"No need," Robert said quickly, waving it off. "Michael and I will cover the difference."

"Yeah, we will just pay for the upgrade." Michael nodded.

Ethan smiled and nodded. "Very well."