World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

I looked at the road through the windshield as Charlotte grabbed my hand and slowly moved it further up her inner thigh and closer to her crotch.

I started rubbing her pussy through her panties, which were already soaking wet.

She gave a little moan.

I looked over at her; she had her chest stretched forward and was looking up at the ceiling with her mouth agape. Her cooper-brown hair fell loosely down her blue dress.

She cupped her perfectly round breast in her hand and started giving herself a nice rub.

"Yess, please... Ohhh, god!" she cried.

"Please, what?" I asked, running my fingers up and down her slit.

"Touch me! Please touch me... Play with my pussy!"

I removed my hand for a split second to change the gear, and she immediately reached out with her own hand and placed it on my crotch, roughly squeezing my already-hard cock.

I placed my hand back on her crotch and let my middle finger slip under her panties and brush across her hairless clit.

She shivered at my touch.

Slowly, I found her opening and dipped the tip of my finger into her wetness.

"Aghh!" She moaned.

Her hand was on my inner thigh, and as I came to a halt at a stoplight, she began to massage the rather large lump in my pants.

I looked into her eyes, which were full of lust. I put my arm around her and began to kiss her.

Sudden honking behind us told us the light had changed.

As I drove on, Charlotte bent down and unzipped my pants. She started working my now very hard cock out of my pants. She struggled a bit but got it done.

"Umm, you have such a nice cock..." she cooed, her mouth so close to my dick that I felt her breath waft over my bell end.

I was driving into her dorm's parking lot when I felt her warm and willing mouth engulf my erection.

"Ohh..." I moaned.

Her mouth went up and down my shaft as I felt her lips tightly wrapped around me.

"Hey, Charlotte! Be careful there. I'm still driving."

"Driving me crazy maybe."

I felt her lips nuzzle the tip of my cock as she transferred her saliva to lubricate it. She kissed all over the head and then down the shaft. She licked around the base and then ran her tongue up along the underside of the shaft back to the head.

Her lips slid down over my cock until she had about half of it in her hot little mouth.

I could feel her tongue slipping around the head as she sucked on it.

I was struggling to keep control of my car as I parked in a random spot and pulled the hem of her dress up, putting my fingers back to her pussy lips, teasing the mouth of her sex, rhythmically kneading her hot, wet flesh.

She writhed impatiently as she started to bob her head up and down letting my cock slide in and out of that hot, wet cavern.

I was getting closer and closer to cumming.

I put my left hand on the back of her head and guided her as she pumped up and down, sucking all the time.

I was close and I warned her.

With my dick in her mouth, she looked up at me and I could just see a smile around my cock as she continued to bob up and down.

Her sultry smile quickly changed to one of pure satisfaction as I felt her love muscles clenching around my wet fingers and her body twitching as orgasm hit her.

I pushed my finger all the way into her slippery cunt as her eyes dazed in ecstasy.

A split second later, I groaned as a big and hard orgasm hit me.

My eyes closed and I stiffened as I pumped several small bursts of semen into Charlotte's mouth.

She held my cock in her mouth as I finished and then swallowed.

She smiled and licked her lips as I relaxed and caught my breath.

Then she kissed my cheek tenderly. "Want to continue this in my room?" she whispered into my ear with a broad smile.

Before she could finish her sentence, I was already chasing her out of my car, and she led the way.

As soon as we got into her room and as soon as she closed the door behind us, she turned and practically attacked me.

That night was intense and breathless.

We did not fall asleep until late into the night.

When I woke up in the morning, Charlotte was lying naked on top of the covers next to me.

She was sleeping and the expression on her face was priceless so I decided not to wake her and drove back to my dorm.

...

Monday, 19th November, 2002.

I was at the board in the classroom, calculating a finite integral to earn some extra credit.

"Good, Sir Somnus. But if you had used substitution, it would have been easier." The professor said.

I gave a small smile.

'Well, I didn't need substitution,' I thought.

"This is it for today," the professor continued. "We will be starting on differential equations next class."

As he finished speaking, everyone gathered up and left the class.

I was a bit late in leaving because my pen had fallen under someone's desk, and I spent a few moments searching for it.

When I finally walked out of the door, I froze in place as I saw the man that Sam was talking with.

If Sam's hair was dark, then his was pitch black. He stood 2 or 3 inches taller—around my height.

It was Doyle Johnson.

The same man whose car I had seen the first time I was at Johnson Trading.

And the reason I was so suspicious of it back then was because Doyle Johnson was the man who orchestrated Sam's death.

Possibly also the person who caused Sam's blindness...

An icy jolt pricked my insides as I watched them from down the hallway.

I found the confidence to approach them.

"Good morning," I said. "Who is this, Sam?" I looked over at Doyle.

Doyle turned to face me. He had a chiseled jawline and sharp, calculating eyes. A patch of burned skin marred the left side of his face. The scar was jagged, cutting through his otherwise smooth skin.

He locked his dark eyes with me. "You must be Jack Somnus," he said, "the guy who Sam gave his voting shares to." his expression was coy, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.