Naked Underwater Photography at Sauna Cezar

When Darek eventually pulled into Sauna Cezar after the concert, Babuka was half-unconscious. She was babbling something about needing to remain in the auto. She’d to be dragged out. Darek taken her into the trailer. When he came out a minute later it was clear Babuka was not going to be joining us for after party. We headed to the sauna without her.
Gosia Naked Underwater Photography
The sauna was turned off. It would take a while in order for it to get hot. In the moderate heat, Darek and I rested. We joked that we might fall asleep in the sauna and wake up in the morning looking like mummies. Gosia joined us. She overly rested.
Darek’s strength didn’t continue for long. He declined to accompany me and Gosia to the pool. He wished us a good time.
In the pool, the lights in the ceiling were turned on. I had the sudden urge to shoot a graphic. I recognized this was a great opportunity to attempt the water-proof bag I had purchased. I was drunk enough not to care about the risks. I told Gosia I had bought it as a guilty pleasure. She invited me to go get it.
Gosia looked bored as she watched me fiddle with the Velcro. For some stupid reason I really thought I had to take the lens off the camera before I could fit it into the bag. It was causing difficulties. Gosia told me to do what I want. She was getting some red wine.
When the camera was prepared 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 entire view of the LCD screen. I ‘d no idea if the camera was even on.
Gosia watched with a blank expression as I struggled to keep the camera underwater. I clarified there was too much air in the bag. She asked if she could make an effort 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 moment I watched in anguish as irrational fears of the bag flooding with water filled my head. I could not stand anything bad happening to the camera in somebody else’s hands. I took it back. I eventually found the shutter button. It seemed 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 appeared like the tote had done its job. The camera was dry. We retired to the Jacuzzi. Gosia started telling me something unusual. She said she had imagined that the camera was some kind of submerged typewriter that I ‘d devised. I realized both of us had probably had too much to drink. There was also the subject of the Dutch cig we’d shared.
At one point Gosia started asking strange questions. She needed to know why I was shooting the images of her nude underwater. I was worried she thought I was up to no good. I took the camera out of the bag and started showing her what it had managed to catch. Much to my embarrassment the camera had worked too well. There was body shot after body shot. I kept repeating my sorrow the neck strap had obstructed my view of the LCD screen. I insisted that I had no idea the type of images I were taking.

Gosia asked me at one point what I were doing “down there.” Apparently when I have been holding the camera underwater it seemed to her like I had been doing something with my other hand. Paranoia fascinated me. I envisioned Peter unexpectedly showing up needing to understand what the hell I was doing with Gosia in the middle of the night with a camera in a waterproof bag. I explained desperately that I have been trying to be sure the tote’s lens was not obstructing the lens on the camera. The lens on the tote was connected to an extended accordion-like piece of plastic that hung down due to its weight. I ‘d to constantly make sure it was being held in place. I lifted up the bag showing her. All of a sudden we both understood the bag looked like a giant flaccid organ. We laughed hysterically. The paranoia passed.
Gosia and I retired to the solarium. Our philosophical conversation was soon interrupted by her eldest daughter. She still was not asleep. Leaning from the functioning window, she whined that the cat was pregnant. 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 planned to do with the naked underwater images. One last flash of paranoia filled me. I was grateful when I realized she was closing up. I meandered around to the stairs and offered a poor 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 heat.
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