Nude Underwater Photography at Sauna Cezar

When Darek eventually pulled into Sauna Cezar after the concert, Babuka was half-unconscious. She was babbling something about wanting to stay in the auto. ‘d to be dragged out. Darek taken her into the trailer. When he came out a minute afterwards it was clear Babuka wasn’t going to be joining us for the after-party. We headed to the sauna without her.
Gosia Nude Underwater Photography
The sauna was turned off. It was going to take some time in order for it to get hot. In the moderate warmth, Darek and I napped. We joked that we might fall asleep in the sauna and wake up in the morning looking like mummies. Gosia joined us. She overly napped.
Darek’s strength didn’t last for long. He declined to follow me and Gosia to the pool. He wanted us a good time.
In the pool, the lights in the ceiling were turned on. I had the sudden urge to take a picture. I recognized this was a good opportunity to attempt the waterproof bag I had bought. I was drunk enough not to care about the dangers. I told Gosia I ‘d bought it as a guilty pleasure. She invited me to go get it.
Gosia looked bored as she observed me fiddle with the Velcro. For some dumb reason I thought I had to take the lens off the camera before I could fit it into the tote. It was causing difficulties. Gosia told me to do what I’d like. She was getting some red wine.
When the camera was ready Gosia followed me into the pool. Unfortunately I didn’t trouble to remove the neck strap from the camera. Having packaged it into the bag, I recognized it was obstructing my whole view of the LCD screen. I had no idea if the camera was even on.
Gosia observed with a blank expression as I struggled to keep the camera underwater. I explained there was too much air in the bag. She asked if she could try to hold it. I came close to her and let her touch the bag but I couldn’t bring myself to give it to her. She insisted I let go. I did. For a minute I watched in anguish as irrational anxieties of the bag flooding with water filled my head. I could not stand anything terrible happening to the camera in somebody else’s hands. I took it back. I eventually located the shutter button. It sounded like the camera was working. I pressed the lens of the bag as close as I could to the camera. Gosia treaded water.
When Gosia and I left the pool it seemed like the tote had done its job. The camera was dry. We retired to the Jacuzzi. Gosia began telling me something unexpected. She said she had imagined the camera was some sort of submerged typewriter that I ‘d invented. I realized both of us had probably had too much to drink. There was also the subject of the Dutch smoke we’d shared.
At one point Gosia began asking strange questions. She desired to understand why I was shooting the images of her naked underwater. I was stressed she believed I was up to no good. I took the camera from the bag and began showing her what it had managed to get. Much to my embarrassment the camera had worked too well. There was body shot after body shot. I kept repeating my sorrow that the neck strap had obstructed my view of the LCD screen. I insisted that I had no idea the sort of images I was taking.
Gosia asked me at one point what I had been doing “down there.” Apparently when I had been holding the camera underwater it appeared to her like I had been doing something with my other hand. Paranoia gripped me. I visualized Peter unexpectedly showing up wanting to know what the hell I was doing with Gosia in the middle of the night with a camera in a waterproof bag. I described urgently that I had been striving to make certain the tote’s lens wasn’t obstructing the lens on the camera. The lens on the bag was connected to a very long accordion-like piece of plastic that hung down due to its weight. I ‘d to constantly make certain it was being held in place. lifted up the bag to exhibit her. All of a sudden we both understood the bag looked like a giant flaccid dick. We laughed hysterically. The paranoia passed.
Gosia and I retired to the solarium. Our philosophical dialog was shortly interrupted by her firstborn daughter. She still wasn’t asleep. Leaning from the serving window, she whined the cat was pregnant. I followed Gosia into the kitchen. She was interested in making herself some sandwiches. I attempted to listen as her daughter discussed the cat. I was half-unconscious. It was half past three in the morning.
At one point Gosia asked me what I in fact intended to do with the bare underwater pictures. One last flash of paranoia filled me. I was glad after I understood she was closing up. I meandered over to the stairway and offered a feeble good night. Gosia wondered why I was leaving. She hadn’t made the sandwiches yet. I remained. The sandwiches were great.
It was cold that night. I nearly froze to death in the trailer. For some reason I forgot to turn on the warmth.
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