World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

When I landed at the Gainesville airport, I was just about to head out with my luggage when a jewelry shop caught my eye.

It was Tiffany & Co.

The windows displayed a variety of expensive-looking jewelry—from gold bracelets to diamond necklaces.

I got inside the shop and saw gleaming glass shelves with high-end jewelry.

The gold was hypnotizing—how beautiful it shone in the soft, buttery yellow light of the shop. The gold was so bright that flecks of light flickered off it in explosive lightning-like bursts.

A sales associate approached me. "Good afternoon, sir! Are you looking for something specific?"

She was easy on the eye, and her long, dark hair and white dress made her stand out.

"Hello, can I know your name?" I asked.

"I'm Tina, sir," she said with a friendly smile.

"Tina, I'm looking for a necklace. Something within $5,000, gold preferably."

She nodded enthusiastically. "Great! We have a wide selection in that price range. Let me show you our collection."

She led me to a display case filled with elegant options and showed off several necklaces.

"Here's one you might really like." she pointed to a stunning piece, "The 18K Yellow Gold Love By The Inch Diamond. The flower pendant features bezel-set stones."

I examined the necklace closely, and I was mesmerized. It was truly beautiful.

"This is exactly what I'm looking for. I'll take it," I said.

"Of course, sir. Thank you. It will be $3,100," Tina replied with a smile.

We completed the paperwork, and Tina packaged the necklace carefully.

Once everything was finalized, I left the shop and walked out of the airport.

I saw my blue Subaru Impreza waiting in the parking lot. I didn't have time to head back home; I was heading straight for Charlotte.

A few minutes later, I was at her dorm.

Charlotte was waiting outside, her hair neatly tied in a bun. She wore a light green cotton dress with a tie-back design. The dress revealed a good amount of her skin, showing off her back and legs up to just above her knees.

"Hey!" Charlotte greeted cheerfully as she jumped into the car.

Then her gaze was drawn to the white box I held out to her..

"What's that?" she asked, surprised.

"Take it and open it," I replied with a smile.

She took the box from me and began to unwrap it, while I started the car and drove away.

Her fingers carefully removed the wrapping, and she slowly lifted the lid, revealing the necklace inside.

She was quiet.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It is stunning!" she exclaimed as she brought the necklace out of the box.

"I also think so." I watched as she admired the necklace. "I'm sure it'll enhance your already beautiful skin."

"Thank you!" she said as she hugged me.

"Hey, I'm driving!"

...

We drove for 4 hours to Panama City.

It was another city by the Gulf of Mexico with a beach known for surfing.

The place where Charlotte lived; the place that taught her how to surf.

We got to a spot with a cute little lake.

I did not drink at the party because I planned to take Charlotte and me back to her house afterward.

There were like 12 people at the party.

It was just a normal party by the lake.

That is if running naked around the lake is normal...

No, not me and not Charlotte. Valentina, a gorgeous brunette, Charlotte's friend.

It all started when it got dark. We started a fire, played Truth or Dare, and things got a little crazy.

Well, I always told the truth, not that I had anything to hide. No one would ask me if I came from the future, would they?

But even before Valentine's turn, there was a guy that had to jump into the lake... and finally, when Charlotte asked Valentina about her body count, she didn't want to answer.

"I dare you to streak naked around the pond," Charlotte dared her with a grin.

Valentina stood and hesitated.

"Go on," Charlotte said. "At least you will stay dry."

Valentina suddenly made up her mind and quickly pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. She had on no bra, but the white tan lines almost looked like one in the light of the fire.

Without missing a beat, she pulled open the snap of her shorts and quickly skimmed them down her legs, along with a pair of dark underwear. I saw her tight, round ass before she was off like a shot into the night.

Everyone was cheering her on.

When she came back a few minutes later, she quickly grabbed her clothes from the blanket and ran behind the cars parked not too far away to redress.

...

We took Valentina home after the party because she lived close to Charlotte.

The girls were a bit drunk, but not very.

As we dropped Valentina off, she turned to Charlotte with a mischievous smile. "Watch out, Charlotte! Men are like popcorn; they will satisfy you, but only for a little while."

I looked at her with a blunk face. "That was so cheesy... Anyway, you must have fucked the wrong guys. I have a big dick and a lot of stamina; I can satisfy Charlotte sexually all night long, until she begs me to stop." I said matter-of-factly.

Valentina blushed, ""Okay... I'm gonna go."

As I drove away, Charlotte elbowed me, blushing furiously, "That was mean! Why did you embarrass me like this?"

"I never claimed to be nice. Also, you're too pale; you need some color on your skin. You look mighty fine with a blush on." I said, leering down her dress.

"Go too far and I'll kick your ass," Charlotte threatened. "Well, I'd give it a good try," she muttered in response to my unhidden amusement. She looked me up and down, "You brute."

At that point, I was parking in front of her house.

I got out of the car, opened the passenger door, picked Charlotte up and brought her out of the car. "I thought you liked it when I manhandled you? Watch out so I don't throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the cave."

Charlotte flushed darker, hissing, "My mother is sleeping downstairs! You can't!"

I tossed her back over one shoulder, slapped her behind lightly, and walked to the door of her home slowly and carefully.

"Now, Charlotte, tell me why you need to be punished."

"What? Let me down; you can't..."

I opened the door.

I heard her gasp and she went utterly quiet as I walked up the stairs with her over my shoulder.

The fireman's carry was much easier than the princess carry.

"Where to your bedroom?" I asked.

She pointed with her fingers.

There was a small fridge next to the door and a closet on one side. There was one small window and a pair of movie posters.

I threw her down on the bed, gently, and repeated my question, "Why do I need to punish you, sweet?"

"I don't know..." she said slowly.

I sat down on the bed and turned her over my knees and lifted her dress, baring her bottom, running one hand through her waterfall of cooper hair, the other fondling one asscheek.

"You made your friend run naked around the lake. I'm going to spank you now. You've been a very bad girl." I kept fondling, tracing a finger down her spine, between her cheeks

"You're so wet. Does embarrassment make you hot? Or is it the thought of being spanked, of being a naughty girl?" I spanked her lightly and she jumped in my lap, moaning lightly.

My first night at my girlfriend's house was pretty interesting...

...

"Hey, Jack!" I was in the middle of a dream when a voice cut through the fog.

I blinked, disoriented.

I turned my head and saw Charlotte standing by the bed, her hair tousled. She was sliding on a pair of jean shorts.

"Jack, come on, get up. My mom wants us to come down."

I quickly dressed and got ready, then Charlotte and I went downstairs.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of Charlotte's mother. She looked to be around fifty, but you wouldn't know it at first glance. Her dark hair was cut short, and I noticed it had been dyed slightly.

It was clear that she took care of herself; she had a slim, toned figure.

She looked over at Charlotte. "When you wrote 'friend' you could have been more explicit," she accused her and stretched a hand out to me.

She had a warm smile and I could see where Charlotte got her charm. Even her eyes were the same shade of blue.

"Welcome, dear; I'm very happy to have you over." she said and I shook her hand.

"Oh, sorry." Charlotte came between us. "Mom, this is Jack. Jack, my mother, Grace Rodriguez."

Grace did a double-take, "Jack? This is Jack?" She asked her daughter with rounded eyes.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Grace, but why so surprised?"

"Well, Jack, Charlotte has been talking about you for months. Praising your intelligence and how resourceful you are," she looked me up and down very obviously. "She never mentioned how handsome you are."

"Mom..." Charlotte sighed.

Grace's eyes went down to Charlotte's cleavage. "By the way, Charlotte, that's a lovely necklace."

"Isn't it?" Charlotte gushed. " Jack bought it for me yesterday."

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