Euro-jaunt …chapter nineteen

Veronika was very pleased to see me again judging by the wide smile on her angelic face. She seemed to have a perpetual look of contentment. ‘I probably did too when I was nineteen,’ I mused to nobody in particular.
I’d booked an apartment near the Flora mall, about a mile away from the city train station and not to far from where she lived with her mum. The apartment was strange. Many apartments were strange from airbnb but this one had a weird layout and way to many ornaments in it. They made me nauseous just looking at them. It was like living amongst a yard sale. I put most of them away in a cupboard.
“Leave that one! Leave that one!” She shouted, “Its cute. I like it.”
“This?” I asked. It was a teddy bear sat on a half moon hanging down from a shelf. The epitome of clutter. I left it there for her amusement.
Veronika had a tendency to constantly have a cup of tea in her hands. I wouldn’t have minded but every time I wanted to fuck I had to wait for her to finish her god damn herbal teas. “Wait,” she’d say, “let me finish my tea first.” Then she’d swill it down in large hot gulps, ending the beverage with a look of excitement at me removing my clothes.
She came over and stayed with me three nights out of the six I’d booked to be there. I had a few more days booked at a separate place closer to the outskirts of the city but she said she’d be out of town while I’d be staying there. “My father has a cottage in the Czech countryside that I like to visit often.” She told me.
I wondered whether her father knew she had a penchant for british guys she met on the street.
I was beginning to like Prague a lot more. Veronika was more than happy to see me and I got the feeling I had more attention from women there than most of the other cities I’d visited. If Belgrade was Krausers city I was beginning to feel Prague was mine. I was doing well there on the online dating apps too. Tons of girls were matching with me on Tinder. One particular girl had really got my attention. She was extremely cute and her messages were full of sexually explicit content. When we eventually swapped numbers she cannonaded me with pictures, a bare hip, some cleavage, a risqué pose. They were tasteful pictures of herself. Not like a chav standing there in the ‘I’m a little teapot stance’ thinking she was hot shit. This girl had more class. Sometimes the pictures would be of someone else. A woman kissing a strawberry. A man getting fellatio in a lake. It was all erotic and sent to get me fired up.
Well it definitely worked. She had me intrigued.
My only chance to meet her would be on my last day in the city. I suggested to meet at a tram stop close to the second apartment I’d booked, out in the suburbs. There was a big nature reserve close by, ‘Perfect for if the weather is good.’ I thought to myself.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, unlike daygame online dating is like Russian roulette. Most times you get lucky and the girl will be just like her pictures, sometimes even better. Other times you’re left wondering who the hell you’re on a date with and how old the pictures were. I’d had my share of cringe worthy meet-up’s.
Fortunately this was not one of those. My dick woke up and my heart melted the moment I set eyes on her. That adorable face. The perky round breasts in the tight t-shirt. Those distinctive eyes. Everything looked great and I got excited about getting to know her and fuck her.
Only then was I blissfully unaware about the path she was about to lead me down. Little did I know the whole game was about to change.