Unclothed 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. She had to be dragged out. Darek taken http://shockintown.com into the trailer. When he came out a moment later it was clear Babuka wasn’t going to be joining us for the after party.
Gosia Nude Underwater Photography
The sauna was turned off. It would take a while in order for it to get hot. In the light warmth, Darek and I rested. Gosia joined us. She too napped.
Darek’s strength didn’t last for long. He declined to accompany me and Gosia to the pool. He wished us a great time.
I had the sudden urge to shoot a graphic. I realized it was a good chance to try the water-proof bag I’d bought. http://rudenudist.com was drunk enough not to care about the dangers. I told Gosia I had bought it as a guilty pleasure. She invited me to go get it.
Gosia appeared bored as she observed me fiddle with the Velcro. For some idiotic reason I really thought I had to take the lens off the camera before I could fit it into the tote. It was causing issues. Gosia told me to do what I’d like. She was getting some red wine.
When the camera was prepared Gosia followed me into the pool. Regrettably I did not trouble to remove the neck strap from the camera. Having packed it into the bag, I realized 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 did. For a minute I watched in anguish as irrational anxieties of the bag flooding with water filled my head. I couldn’t stand anything terrible happening to the camera in somebody else’s hands. I finally found the shutter button. It sounded like the camera was functioning. I pressed the lens of the tote as close as I could to the camera. Gosia treaded water.
When Gosia and I left the pool it seemed like the bag had done its job. The camera was dry. Gosia started telling me something peculiar. She said she had imagined that the camera was some kind of underwater typewriter that I’d invented. I realized both of us had probably had too much to drink. There was also the topic of the Dutch cigarette we’d shared.
At one point Gosia started asking strange questions. She desired to understand why I was shooting the images of her bare underwater. I was stressed she thought I was up to no good. I took the camera out of the bag and began showing her what it’d managed to capture. 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 ‘d no idea what type of images I had been shooting.
Gosia asked me at one point what I was doing “down there.” Seemingly when I was holding the camera underwater it appeared to her like I had been doing something with my other hand. Paranoia fascinated me. I visualized Peter suddenly showing up needing 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 attempting to make sure the tote’s lens wasn’t obstructing the lens on the camera. The lens on the tote was linked to a long accordion-like piece of plastic that hung down due to its weight. I ‘d to constantly ensure it had been held in place. I lifted up the bag to exhibit her. All of a sudden we both recognized the bag looked like a giant flaccid dick. We laughed hysterically. The paranoia passed.
Our philosophical dialog was shortly interrupted by her eldest daughter. She still was not sleeping. Incline out of the serving window, she complained that the cat was pregnant. She was interested in making herself some sandwiches. I tried to listen as her daughter discussed the cat. I was half-unconscious.
At one point Gosia asked me what I in fact intended to do with the unclothed underwater graphics. One last flash of paranoia filled me. I was grateful after I realized she was closing up. I meandered around to the stairs and offered a weak goodnight. Gosia wondered why I was leaving. I remained. The sandwiches were great.
It was cold that night. I almost froze to death in the trailer. For some reason I forgot to turn on the warmth.
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