I decided to give nudism in Poland a second look. I figured perhaps something had changed in the past few years since the guide was released. I was right. On the web, I found a website for the first and, at the time, just official naturist resort in Poland, Sauna Cezar. Based on the website, he was one half of “the couple” that ran the entire show – not just the resort, but also the nascent Polish naturist federation. He told me I was welcome to come.

I thought she was Peter’s wife. He’d, after all, run up the stairs calling her name. She’d come to wait for me in the sauna believing I was just another guy who likes to take pictures of naked / naturist girls. She understood I was not. She left me in the sauna with a male client who was close to the family. She later told me she thought I might be gay. I was not – even though the first person I ever really fell in love with was a guy. That is another story. I was attracted to her. I felt her warmth – her spirit – her energy – her great generosity – her heavy unhappiness. I kept my distance. I thought she was married. Gosia found that space. She suspected it was concealing something. She later told me that if not for that distance, she mightn’t have bothered with me. Meanwhile I couldn’t comprehend what was going on between us. I feared at first that Gosia and Peter might be swingers. I wasn’t certain how I could cope with that. Then I believed Gosia might be thinking about a divorce. On Sunday finished lunch she mentioned wanting to fall in love. In that moment I pledged to myself that if I ‘d the opportunity, I might show this woman love. I would give her myself completely. Later in the evening, Gosia finally clarified in my experience that she was divorced. Despite still dwelling with Peter, she had been divorced from him for three years.
It was symbolic of that night’s affair. My love making was a show. Gosia was impressed. She complimented http://nudist-video.net/young-nudist/swedish-beach.php with which I removed my clothing. I even impressed myself with a well-implemented interruptus. Each day, a blond woman entered the room, saw me, excused herself, and left. It was a part of Peter’s staff. I bumped into Peter that morning. He was right outside the door to Gosia’s wing of the house. He helped me find a towel. It was inconvenient. After Gosia would describe to me how her youngest daughter informed her that there was a man sleeping in her bed. Gosia had told her that she was aware of it. When her daughter asked her why there was a guy sleeping in her bed, she said, “I don’t know.”
I spent three weeks in Gosia’s bed. I was not quite sure how and under what circumstances I would leave. I felt a little like Odysseus in the hands of Circe. I used ton’t go everywhere. My meals were brought in my experience. Our lovemaking was so vigorous I ended up using an inflamed urethra. At first I was afraid it was an illness. Gosia took me to see a physician who frequented the bare sauna. He asked if I had participated in any sexual activity of a questionable nature. I told him I didn’t believe so. Gosia would after tease him for it. As I ended up guessing, the inflammation was just a symptom of the trauma. It went away. The injury resumed. Gosia would later admit that she was biding her time as she connived her way into joining my grand tour across Europe. The minute she had learned about the idea she had began dreaming of participating. She believed it was just the sort of black nudist family pictures needed. She believed she’d to convince me that it would be rewarding to take her along. Little did she know I had already pledged myself to her. All she had to do was ask on day four. It took her three weeks to gather up the courage to take action.
My Nudist Year
Gosia and I traveled across Europe. We were on the road for 46 days. We drove 6000 miles. We slept in 32 different locations. We saw 12 nations. We seen 2 and a half nudist beaches. Gosia warned me before the trip that she was a tempestuous shrew and that if I were smart I’d have nothing regarding her and that I should expect that at some stage she would leave me behind. On more than one occasion I was scared she was going to do it. On one particularly bad night overlooking Normandy Beach, I admitted to her that I loved her. I presumed it was the only thing I could say that would make her think twice about leaving me. She assumed as much and taunted me for saying it. I went to sleep in the car. Gosia stayed in the tent. At some stage she started believing I ‘d gone off to the cliffs to kill myself. She went outside and wandered around looking for me. It was a cold night. She found me eventually in the car but not before letting the pain of a classic ear disease come roaring back. She had to wrap her head with her scarf for a few days.