World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

I grabbed the man's wrist before he could pull away, yanking him back towards me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What's happening, Jack?" Charlotte turned at me.

The man, a slim figure with a scruffy beard and nervous eyes, tried to pull away, but I held on tight.

His eyes darted around. What was he looking for? An escape route on a fucking plane?

"Let go of me," he muttered, his voice shaky.

But I didn't let go. Instead, I flagged down a flight attendant who was passing by. "I'm sorry, ma'am. This man just tried to steal my wallet."

The attendant's eyes widened, and in a heartbeat, the situation escalated. Or to be precise... was dealt with professionally.

The man was apprehended by the flight crew, and the pilot was informed. They secured him in a seat, making sure he couldn't cause any more trouble until we landed.

When we landed in Sweden, we were met by airport security and the police.

They took statements from both me and Charlotte, as well as the flight crew.

With his hands tied, the man was taken away.

Nothing had been proven yet, but the plane had cameras, so soon enough they would verify what happened.

What was this guy even trying to do, steal my passport, my credit card?

The whole process took hours, and by the time we were finally free to go, it was late, and I was exhausted.

When I confirmed that my guards in Sweden were there and everything was set, we finally got into our rented car.

All I wanted was to head straight to the hotel and crash. There were so many strange things happening around me the last few days...

But then Charlotte looked at me with big, sad eyes. "So, we're not going skating?" Her voice made it clear how much she was hoping for it.

"You're not tired?"

"Not really..."

We had been planning to go skating before checking into the hotel. It was supposed to be fun, and I hated the thought of letting her down...

"Alright," I said, looking at the map of Stockholm I had printed out and left on the windshield.

I could really use Google Maps now...

"Great!" Charlotte's face brightened instantly. "And you know what? We should do some ice dancing!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't get carried away. I can barely manage skating laps."

"Don't worry! I can teach you."

"Since when can you dance on ice? What can't you do... Anyway, there's no way I can do that. I just can't skate like that. Not even close."

Charlotte giggled. "Don't worry, babe. I can give pointers too..." she said, putting emphasis on it. "I'll show you how to make good turns, stops, skate backwards at speed. It'll be fun!"

When we finally got to the skating rink, it was nearly empty. Maybe two or three people were skating on and off,

The ice was synthetic, of course. I mean it was the middle of summer, Stockhold might have been a little colder, but not that cold.

We laced up our skates and glided onto the rink. We skated together for six laps around the rink. I was pretty smooth with that, but that's where the extend of my skills ended.

Charlotte showed me how to properly skate backwards with speed.

I fell on my butt a couple of dozen times, but got back up each time and tried to do what she was telling me.

I noticed that she was laughing contantly, but it was all in good fun.

When I got a hang of it, Charlotte skated several quick circles around me as I skated backwards.

"Briljera!" someone shouted at us suddenly.

"It means 'showing off' in Swedish." another skater skated by and explained with a friendly smile.

Charlotte laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I can't help it if I'm good!"

She skated towards me and as she came close, I reached out, pulling her closer.

She leaned in for a kiss. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and I could feel her breath mingling with mine.

"I think that's enough skating for today." I suggested as I looked into her eyes.

Charlotte nodded. "I agree."

We finished, but instead of leaving right away, we had a cup of hot chocolate.

"Not bad, but next time, less falling and more skating would be good," Charlotte said.

"You want to come here again? Don't you have enough of teaching me?"

"Not at all. You're cute when you fall." she giggled.

"Hmm, cute you say..." I said, looking Charlotte up and down.

She was looking really cute in the skater's clothes she rented. I admired her shining cooper hair, her blue eyes, and her almost creamy white skin, accentuated by the black leotard and leggings.

I daydreamed of making love with Charlotte, of how her body would have felt moving with mine.

I shook off the daydream as Charlotte handed me her skates. "Can you return those for me? I'll go change."

"Sure," I said, taking the skates and watching as she walked to the changing rooms.

I handed the skates over at the rental desk. A few minutes later, Charlotte was ready and we walked together to the parking lot.

The air during late evening was quite cool and refreshing.

The drive to the hotel was short—maybe just a few minutes away.

After a speedy check-in at the hotel, we were in our room in no time.

I fell onto the bed like a log, letting out a sigh.

I lay there for a moment, savoring the softness of the bed beneath me, before sitting up to start taking off my clothes.

Charlotte crawled onto the bed and positioned herself behind me. I was busy untying my shoes when I felt her hands gently resting on my shoulders.

"You must be really tired, I can feel the tension in your muscles."

"Um... um... I guess."

Her hands worked their way from my shoulders, down my arms, and then along my sides.

Her tits pressed against my back. She brought her hands up my sides onto my front, ran her hands down my sides again and back up my chest, then wrapped her arms around me and hugged me from behind.

"It's just like our first time," she said and I could hear the fondness in her tone; it made me smile despite how tired I was.