Picking up your head, a sharp pain would make itself known to you as awoke from your slumber. The sun was glaring down bright, hitting your face as you sat up from beneath the shade of a tree. Feeling a body around your right arm, Crysta's body would be pressing against it without any clothes on. A brief chill would reveal that yours had been off to. After managing to slip your arm free, you hurried to the water and looked at your reflection.
The woman staring back at you would be a little pale, lithe and petite. A pair of crystal blue eyes stared back at you from the water's edge Her aburn hair hitting your backside would help you come realize you were in a fellow gypsy. A foul odor came from your new armpits, a wild bush of hair, still damp from the events of the former night. A hand brought some of your hair forward to sniff, recoiling at the scent. This woman certainly didn't seem to prioritize hygiene much. Despite this, you felt a bit more relaxed like this, recalling the dance Crysta had performed and doing your best to mirror it. The body would perfectly replicate it as you arched your back with pleasure. Had you not felt the cold hand on you back, you would have continued.
"Good morning, Skye." Crysta said, letting her hand travel to your firm ass and squeezing. Looking back, the two of you shared an intense kiss as she pulled you into the sea water with her. Her postfuck musk smelled worse than yours yet you found yourself slowly coming to enjoy it, love the feeling of your wet hair floating in the water.
"That was a wonderful night. I was in so many people." She replied. So this was really Crysta and not just some random person in her body? It certainly did seem that way. "How did you fare?" She asked, your mind wondering exactly what you should say.