The Visitor from Vienna

I didn’t expect such a reaction from my stories, it was unbelievable! I was seriously surprised when Paul wrote to me and told me about how he liked my stories and that he lived fairly close to me. He lived just across the Czech/Austrian border, in Vienna.

He had visited Prague in the past, and soon enough I had received an email saying he was visiting again and would I like to get together for a beer. I really did, but unfortunately, on that evening I had other plans.

It was a long time until Paul wrote again, once again he was coming to Prague, this time he’d be arriving on Friday and staying a whole week. We arranged to meet on the Friday evening with my fiancée Veronika.

The problem was that Veronika knew nothing of my stories, well, she knew of one or two, but didn’t know they were on Literotica. I had already told Paul that she didn’t know about the stories, as far as Veronika knew, we were just mates who had been chatting.

Paul was a really nice guy, tall, neat, groomed, and he was right on time at the pub. It was actually an English pub in the centre of Prague called the Fat Koala. We all got on well and by the end of the night, we were all feeling slightly drunk. Outside we said our good nights and went our separate ways, but only after agreeing to meet again the next day to take a walk around town.

When we got home, Veronika said she was going to check her email and surf the net for a bit. I decided to go to sleep.

It was throwing it down with rain when I woke up. Veronika was awake already and was talking to someone on the phone. When she put it down she came over to me.

“That was Paul. Seeing as it’s raining I invited him round to watch a video or something, what do you think?” She asked me.

I shrugged. “Yeah, cool, why not?”

A couple of hours later, Paul arrived. He had two large shopping bags with him, one of which was half full with a couple of bottles of wine and some crisps to nibble on.