World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

Once she headed to her own workout, I focused on finishing my set.

But I would lie if I said that I didn't steal a glance when Sandy turned her face to the mirror, stood at her straightest, and stretched herself just enough so that her stomach muscles tightened, the material of her shorts clinging to her athletic curves.

Reaching for her phone, she struck poses and took a few photos of her reflection.

Selfies aren't that common yet, but she is modeling, so I guess it makes sense.

She slowly pulled the front of her shorts down a little and took a few more photos.

There were two rows of treadmills near the front of the room, with a number of exercise bikes, ellipticals and stair machines arranged behind them.

Sandy chose to use one of the treadmills at the very front of the room.

Before starting the treadmill, she did a few quick stretches and she bent over a bit, causing the shorts to ride up and reveal a good amount of the bottom of her ass.

She got on the threadmill and slowly increased the pace.

She run for 20 minutes.

After getting off the threadmill, she picked up her water bottle and towel and made her way to the weights.

Sandy did a set of ten reps with the free weights and then she walked over to the bench press. "Think you could spot me?" she asked, laying down on the bench and adjusting herself under the bar.

"Sure," I said, stepping behind her.

I don't know if she was aware or not, but as she lay down on the machine's seat with her legs apart, the very short legs of her shorts allowed for a somewhat decent view of her pelvis, and up top, I could see the outline of a dark-colored bra.

As she gripped the bar, I positioned my hands just below it. "Ready when you are. Let me know if you need any help," I told her, my eyes on the bar.

She nodded and started her reps, lifting the bar.

When she finished, she set the bar back with a satisfied sigh, her cheeks slightly flushed from the effort. "Thanks, Jack," she said, looking up at me with a grin.

"You're stronger than you look." I commented.

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, wow, is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Absolutely," I said with a smile. "By the way, is it hard to keep up your body for modeling?"

"Yeah... I have to get my ass into the gym regularly." She sat up and stretched her arms. "But I like it. It makes me feel good."

I glanced at the clock on the wall and noted the time. "We might not have much time to talk. I think we're docking soon."

Sandra nodded, grabbing her water bottle and towel. "Let's head back up."

I got back together with Charlotte and we grabbed some bags and things that we could use during the few hours we will spend on land in Cozumel, Mexico.

When we got off the ship, the port was busy and sunny. We walked through the part of the city designed for tourists, so the streets were colorful with shops and cafes, full of people and everything looked nice and polished.

We were there yet again with Robert, Michael and Sandy.

"Hey guys, how about we go there?" I proposed, pointing at a restaurant called Bajau Steakhouse & Seafood Grill. It had a view of the ocean. It was a cozy spot.

Robert looked at the restaurant and then back at me, a bit hesitant. "I'm sorry, but we've already spent more than we planned. We'll just find somewhere else."

"No worries. I can cover it for you all. It's no big deal."

"Nah, we couldn't let you do that." Michael said.

Sandra, however, was more persistent. She turned to Robert with a pleading look. "Come on, Rob. Just let him treat us this time. Let's go with them!"

Robert seemed unsure, but Sandra's insistence wore him down. "Alright, fine. If you insist," he said, giving in reluctantly.

We ended up going there together, and I couldn't say enough good things about this restaurant and the waitstaff. The location was great. Beautiful ocean view with windows open and allowing breeze.

The music was lively but not distracting. The food? Fuck... The tuna toast may be the best appetizer ever created. And all the rest was divine as well.

After the incredible lunch, we decided to split up for the afternoon.

I went off with Charlotte for some shopping around the city.

We stepped into a boutique with all sorts of colorful Mexican-style clothing.

Charlotte picked out a couple of stunning pieces: a flowy blouse with bold, floral patterns and a pair of high-waisted, hand-woven skirts. The fabrics were soft and light.

She looked fantastic in everything she tried on.

We continued shopping, with Charlotte picking out a few more treasures. Like a pair of hand-stitched Mexican sandals and a wide-brimmed strawhat with a red band.

She twirled around, her smile as bright as the fabric.

"You're gorgeous" is all I could say, because words failed me.

Her finger gently touched her lower lip. "Hmm... I don't know, I feel like I should get something a bit more... sexy," she said, her eyes roaming over me naughtily.

"For really sexy stuff, we would need to go to a sex store." I told her, half-joking.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow and looked at me matter-of-factly. "So, what are we waiting for?"

We walked to an area with nightclubs and bars, and... a few of those places.

We found a quirky shop with a red sign.

Charlotte picked out some lingerie. Hosiery, nighties, garters.

Then, together, we walked through the bondage aisle and I let her pick out whatever she wanted, and she selected: wrist-to-thigh cuffs; ankle cuffs; two 6' adjustable straps; a collar...

I didn't comment on her choices.

Soon after, we got back on board and reunited with the rest.

Sandy was impressed with Charlotte's new clothes.

'Good that she doesn't know what's in our bags...' I thought.

...

In the evening, I found myself in the sauna with Charlotte, in the exclusive uppermost section of the ship restricted to those who had paid extra for premium accommodations.

It was pretty hot, but not nearly as hot as I thought a sauna should be.

Charlotte was sitting next to me with only a white towel covering her body.

"Come here." I said as my arm rested on her shoulder.

But instead of leaning closer, she responded by standing up, taking her place on my lap and locking her blue eyes with mine, which proved to be a bit too arousing and also a bad idea, because just a minute later someone opened the door to the souna.

There weren't that many people that could use it, and sure enough, it was Robert and Sandy.

Robert stepped into the sauna first and the petite Sandy followed closely behind him.

They both froze when they saw me and Charlotte in such close quarters.

Charlotte quickly climbed down from my lap. "Oh, hello there, we were just..."

"enjoying the sauna's heat." I finished.

Charlotte getting up from my lap might not have been the best idea, though, given that my cock was hard and poking through the towel.

Sandy clearly caught sight of that but quickly looked away, embarrassed.

I tried to adjust the towel to cover my arousal.

Charlotte seemed unfazed. Robert and Sandy, however, seem a bit uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact.

...

After returning to our room, I watched a movie with Charlotte and after a little kissing, a little cuddling and making out, Charlotte suddenly stood up and undressed teasingly.

Then she hooked the two 6' straps together and slid them under the king-size mattress, leaving about 3' on each side.

She lay down on the bed. "I'm all yours.".

I understood the assignment and delicately put the thigh-to-wrist cuffs on her and then cuffed her ankles, gently securing them to the straps, immobilizing her arms and spreading her legs wide.

KNOCK!KNOCK!

We were both shaken by a knock on the door.

I glanced over at Charlotte, who looked just as surprised as me.

With a sigh, I reluctantly got up from the bed and made my way to the door, leaving Charlotte still cuffed to the bed.

I gently eased the door open.

It was Sandy.

Her somewhat wet red hair tumbled freely over her shoulders. She was wearing a white pajama set; tight across her chest and hips, consisting of a tank top and a pair of drawstring pants that showed off her slender waist. She looked hot.

Her eyes drifted downward to my boxer briefs, probably noticing a bulge in them. "Did I interrupt you two?"

"YES!" Charlotte answered with a shout.

As Sandy looked past me, I noticed her nipples standing upright and poking through her white top.

"Sandy... what brings you here?" I asked with a smile.

Sandy brushed her hair out of the way and bit her bottom lip. She stared up at me with bedroom eyes. "Would you fuck my brains out if I asked?"

"Just come in, Sandy!" Charlotte shouted, annoyed.

I looked at Sandy with a fake smile. "Wait a second." I said, closing the door in front of her face.