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I met Gosia in the sauna. I presumed she was Peter's wife. He had, after all, run up the stairs calling her name. She'd come to wait for me in the sauna believing I was just another man who likes to shoot pictures of nude / nudist girls. She recognized I wasn't. She left me in the sauna with a male client who was close to the family. She afterwards told me she thought I might be gay. I was not - even though the first person I ever actually fell in love with was a guy. That's another story. Gosia and I spent the weekend together. I was brought to her. I felt her heat - her spirit - her energy - her great generosity - her deep despair. I kept my distance. I thought she was married. Gosia detected that distance. She imagined it was hiding something. She later told me that if not for that distance, she might not have bothered with me. Meanwhile I could not realize 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. Afterward I believed Gosia might be thinking about a divorce. On Sunday through lunch she mentioned wanting to fall in love. In that moment I vowed to myself that if I 'd the opportunity, I would reveal this girl love. I'd give her myself completely. Later in the evening, Gosia finally clarified to me that she was divorced. Despite still living with Peter, she was divorced from him for 3 years.
Gosia took me upstairs to her room. There was a stripper pole in the corner. It was emblematic of that night's event. My love-making was a show. Gosia was impressed. She complimented the deftness with which I removed my clothes. I even impressed myself with a good-executed interruptus. Each morning, a blond woman entered the room, saw me, excused herself, and left. It was an associate 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 awkward. After Gosia would describe to me how her youngest daughter advised 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 understand."
I spent three weeks in Gosia's bed. I was not quite certain how and under what conditions I 'd leave. I felt a little like Odysseus in the hands of Circe. I didn't go anywhere. My meals were brought in my experience. Our lovemaking was so vigorous I ended up by having an inflamed urethra. At first I was scared it was an illness. Gosia took me to see a doctor who frequented the nude sauna. He inquired if I 'd participated in any sexual activity of a dubious nature. I told him I did not believe so. Gosia would later tease him for it. As I ended up suspecting, the inflammation was only a symptom of the trauma. It went away. The trauma restarted. 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 discovered about the notion she'd started dreaming of participating. She thought it was exactly the sort of thing she desired. She believed she had to convince me that it'd 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 places. We saw 12 countries. We seen 2 and a half nudist beaches. We pitched our tent on many a naturist campground. We argued a lot. 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 was going to leave me behind. On more than one occasion I was afraid she was going to do it. On one particularly bad night overlooking Normandy Beach, I confessed to her that I adored her. A Night Of Nudism At The Museum Of Sex thought 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 point she started believing I 'd gone off to the cliffs to kill myself. weather. I adore going naked whenever possible, its went outside and wandered about looking for me. It was a chilly night. She found me eventually in the car but not before letting the pain of an old ear disease come roaring back. She had to wrap her head with her scarf for a couple of days.
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