World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

As I looked over at Britney, her eyes widened in surprise, her glass of wine nearly slipping from her fingers. She quickly composed herself, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized she'd been caught off guard.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just... admiring the view."

Charlotte, noticing Britney's discomfort, turned to her with a warm smile. "Britney, you're not interrupting anything. We were just about to head up to the top deck for a little... privacy." She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Would you like to join us? It's a beautiful night for a... private moment."

Britney hesitated, her eyes darting between Charlotte and Valentina, then back to me. The shy girl in her seemed to be at war with the curious one, her curiosity piqued.

"I... I don't know," she said, her voice barely audible. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

Valentina, sensing Britney's discomfort, stepped closer to her. "Britney, you're not intruding. We're all friends here, and friends share in the fun, right?" She placed a comforting hand on Britney's shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm. "Besides, it's not like we're going to do anything you wouldn't enjoy watching. Or participating in."

Britney's blush deepened, but she didn't pull away from Valentina's touch. Instead, she looked at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "We're all adults here, Britney. If you want to join us, you're more than welcome. If not, that's okay too."

Britney took a deep breath, her decision made. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier this time. "I'll join you. But only if you promise to take it slow."

Charlotte chuckled, her arm wrapping around Britney's waist. "We promise," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, let's go. The night is young, and the top deck is calling."

As I looked over at Britney, her eyes widened in surprise, her glass of wine nearly slipping from her fingers. She quickly composed herself, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized she'd been caught off guard.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just... admiring the view."

Charlotte, noticing Britney's discomfort, turned to her with a warm smile. "Britney, you're not interrupting anything. We were just about to head up to the top deck for a little... privacy." She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Would you like to join us? It's a beautiful night for a... private moment."

Britney hesitated, her eyes darting between Charlotte and Valentina, then back to me. The shy girl in her seemed to be at war with the curious one, her curiosity piqued.

"I... I don't know," she said, her voice barely audible. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

Valentina, sensing Britney's discomfort, stepped closer to her. "Britney, you're not intruding. We're all friends here, and friends share in the fun, right?" She placed a comforting hand on Britney's shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm. "Besides, it's not like we're going to do anything you wouldn't enjoy watching. Or participating in."

Britney's blush deepened, but she didn't pull away from Valentina's touch. Instead, she looked at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "We're all adults here, Britney. If you want to join us, you're more than welcome. If not, that's okay too."

Britney took a deep breath, her decision made. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier this time. "I'll join you. But only if you promise to take it slow."

Charlotte chuckled, her arm wrapping around Britney's waist. "We promise," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, let's go. The night is young, and the top deck is calling."

As the four of us made our way up to the top deck, the cool night air caressed our skin. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the water and the ship's deck.

Charlotte led the way, her hips swaying seductively with each step, drawing all our eyes to her lithe form. Valentina followed close behind, her eyes never leaving Charlotte's ass, a hungry gleam in her gaze.

Once we reached the top deck, Charlotte turned to face us, her back against the railing. She ran her hands over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and breasts, her fingers dipping teasingly into her cleavage. "So," she said, her voice low and sultry, "what did you have in mind, girls?"

Valentina stepped forward, her hand reaching out to stroke Charlotte's cheek. Her eyes locked with Charlotte's.

Charlotte's breath hitching as Valentina's fingers brushed against her lips. "Mmm..." she murmured, her tongue darting out to lick Valentina's fingers.

Britney, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, finally spoke up. "I... I'm not sure I'm ready for... for that," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I've never done anything like this before."

Charlotte turned to Britney, her expression softening. "Oh, sweetie," she said, moving closer to the shy girl and taking her hand. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. We're all here to have fun, but only if it feels right for you."

Valentina nodded in agreement, her hand resting on Britney's shoulder. "Charlotte's right, Britney. We won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

I stepped forward, my hand resting on Britney's lower back. "Britney, listen to me," I said, my voice gentle yet firm. "You're among friends here. We care about you and your comfort. If at any point you feel like you want to stop or slow down, just say the word. Okay?"

Britney looked at me, her eyes filled with trust and appreciation. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she whispered. "I trust you all."

With that, the mood shifted, the tension in the air thickening as Valentina and Charlotte's attention turned to me. Their eyes, burning with intensity, traced the contours of my body beneath my shirt.

A slow smile spread across Valentina's face as she reached out, her fingers delicately toying with the hem of my shirt. Charlotte mirrored the movement. They worked in unison, their fingers dancing over the buttons. My breath caught in my throat as the fabric parted, revealing my skin to their hungry gazes. Valentina's intake of breath was sharp, her hand rising to gently graze my chest. Charlotte leaned in close, her lips brushing against my shoulder as I carresed her breasts through her shirt. Their captivated stares and reverent touches made me feel like a deity.

Britney, standing beside me, gasped softly as Valentina's tongue landed on my nipple in a lewd display of passion.

I turned to her, my hand sliding up her back to rest on her neck, my thumb stroking her jawline. "Are you okay?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

Britney shivered, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she nodded. "Y-yes," she stammered, her breath coming in short gasps. "It's just..."

I smiled, my other hand sliding down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer to me. "Don't be afraid, Britney," I murmured, my lips brushing against her neck as I spoke.

As if on cue, Charlotte and Valentina turned to look at Britney with hungry eyes.