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I met Gosia in the sauna. I presumed she was Peter's wife. He'd, after all, run up the stairs calling her name. She had come to wait for me in the sauna thinking 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 believed I might be homosexual. I wasn't - even though the first person I ever really fell in love with was a man. That is another story. Gosia and I spent the weekend together. I was brought to her. I felt her heat - her nature - her energy - her great generosity - her deep despair. weather. I adore going naked whenever possible, its kept my distance. I presumed she was married. Gosia discovered that distance. She suspected it was concealing something. She afterwards told me that if not for that space, she mightn't have bothered with me. Meanwhile I could not understand what was going on between us. I feared at first that Gosia and Peter might be swingers. I wasn't sure 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. Because moment I pledged to myself that if I 'd the chance, I 'd reveal this girl love. I would give her myself fully. Later in the evening, Gosia eventually explained to me that she was divorced. Despite still residing with Peter, she had been divorced from him for three years.

Gosia took me upstairs to her room. There was a stripper pole in the corner. It was symbolic of that night's affair. My lovemaking was a show. Naturism , Feminism and Women was impressed. She complimented the deftness with which I removed my clothing. I even impressed myself with a well-executed interruptus. Each day, a fair-haired girl 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 your house. He helped me locate a towel. It was inconvenient. After Gosia would describe to me how her youngest daughter informed her that there was a guy sleeping in her bed. Gosia had told her that she was conscious of it. When her daughter asked her why there was a guy sleeping in her bed, she said, "I do not understand."

I spent three weeks in Gosia's bed. I was not quite sure how and under what conditions I would leave. I felt a little like Odysseus in the control of Circe. I used ton't go everywhere. My meals were brought in my experience. Our lovemaking was so vigorous I ended up having an inflamed urethra. At first I was fearful it was an infection. Gosia took me to see a doctor who frequented the bare sauna. He asked if I had participated in any sexual activity of a suspicious nature. I told him I didn't think so. Gosia would afterwards tease him for it. As I ended up guessing, the inflammation was only a symptom of the injury. It went away. The injury restarted. Gosia would later confess that she was biding her time as she connived her way into joining my grand tour across Europe. The minute she'd heard about the notion she'd started dreaming of participating. She thought it was exactly the kind of thing she desired. She thought she'd to convince me that it'd be worthwhile to take her along. Little did she know I 'd already vowed myself to her. All she had to do was ask on day four. It took her three weeks to gather up the courage to get it done.

My Naturist Year

Gosia and I traveled across Europe. We were on the road for 46 days. We drove 6000 miles. We slept in 32 different areas. 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 to do with her and that I should anticipate that at some stage she would leave me behind. On more than one occasion I was afraid she was going to do it. On one particularly bad night dominating Normandy Beach, I confessed to her that I loved her. I thought it was the only thing I could say that would make her think twice about leaving me. She presumed 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 had 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 couple of days.