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Come Rhian Or Shine - Part 1 free porn video
Rhian is almost bouncing in her seat as the bus pulls into Swansea rail station. She taps on the window, waving and grinning at her waiting friends. This trip has been a long time coming and a weekend in London is just what they all need.
Rhian quick-steps over to her friends, dragging a small case behind her. As soon as she is within grabbing distance, she's enveloped in the traditional group cwtch; cheek squished against cheek and subject to a torrent of air kisses.
"Come on, sluts," says Kell, "the train will be here in a minute!"
Laughing and talking too loudly, the four friends hurry along the platform just as the train is arriving. Moments later, they pile into the train, laying claim to seats facing each other. As they stow their bags on the luggage racks, Kell pulls out a bottle of wine and four plastic cups.
"Might as well make a start, girls," she says, pouring the wine and handing them out to her friends.
"Here's to a damn good weekend!" toasts Claire.
Rhian looks at Claire and winks, recalling the fun they found in each other the last time they all went out. Claire turns bright red and giggles. Conversations soon settle into the easy chat of lifelong friends, until the chatter is torn apart by the on-train public address system. A loud, but badly distorted message spews through the speakers before abruptly cutting off.
"What was that about terminating?" asks Rhian.
"It said the train is terminating at Bristol and all trains are cancelled due to signal failure," says Claire.
A second announcement follows shortly after, advising that onward travel would be by bus, but not until the following morning. The four friends discuss returning home, but none of them wants to. Kell suggests finding a hotel for the night in Bristol and the rest agree.
"What's Bristol even like?" asks Rhian.
"Big gay scene," says Sarah, winking at Rhian.
"Awesome," says Rhian, laughing, "you all have to chaperone me though."
While Kell sorts out a hotel for them all, Claire finds a taxi, and Rhian and Sarah look up the nightlife in Bristol. A short taxi ride has them at the hotel and settling into the two rooms Kell has managed to get. A couple of hours later, the friends hit the town, heading for a pub near the city centre that has great reviews online.
After about an hour and several drinks, it's Rhian's turn to go to the bar. The pub is busy and large and Rhian has to slowly pick her way through the crowd toward the bar. As she gets close to the bar, she sees a hot older woman arguing with some big butch woman who seemingly won't take no for an answer. As she watches, she sees the beast throw a drink over the hot older woman and push her.
In a blur of arms, the hot woman has the beast's arm locked out straight behind her and her growling face pushed against the bar. The bartender says something to the hot woman and she laughs in response, letting the beast go and pushing her towards the door.
Rhian stares at the feisty older woman with undisguised longing, absently drifting closer to her as she mops spilled drink from her shirt. She stops a few feet away, admiring the woman's lithe figure and pert curves accentuated by tight jeans and a now wet, cropped shirt. She's slightly taller than Rhian, very slim, and with the look of an athlete. Long, dark hair falls in natural-looking curls to the middle of her back, swishing attractively as she works on cleaning her shirt.
Eventually, she notices Rhian staring at her from a few feet away and turns to her. "If you keep staring that hard, I might blush."
Rhian blushes herself and giggles. "Sorry," she says in her gorgeous Welsh lilt, her face breaking into a megawatt smile.
The feisty, hot older woman smiles back, her naturally cool facade breaking involuntarily.
"You're forgiven, kitten."
Nodding towards the far side of the pub she says, "I think your friends are waiting for you."
Rhian looks towards her friends, remembering she's supposed to be buying a round. She waves at them, smiling, then looks back to see the hot older badass still looking at her.
Feeling daring, she says, "Now you're trying to make me blush!"
The woman laughs.
"You've already done that and I have to say it looked good on you."
Rhian blushes again and moves closer, almost within touching distance.
"Careful, kitten," says the badass, smiling slyly. "I bite."
"Oh, I saw," says Rhian, "you were incredible!"
She laughs, "nothing but some minor persuasion, kitten."
"Why do you keep calling me 'kitten?'" asks Rhian.
"Because you're young and cute," she replies, laughing and flicking her hair. "You run along now and return to the pack."
Rhian smiles and says "I'll take cute, but I have sharp claws."
The badass laughs, turns to the bartender and waves for his attention; guiding Rhian to the front of the bar.
"Look after this one for me Dave."
Then she strokes Rhian's cheek with the back of her hand, smiles, and disappears into the crowd. Rhian watches her go before turning to the bartender.
"Do you know her?" she asks.
"Sure," says Dave, "she teaches at the club I train at."
"What's her name please?"
Dave laughs at the smitten look on Rhian's face.
"Her name is Jess."
Rhian blushes again under Dave's knowing look and quickly orders the drinks. Dave passes Rhian the drinks on a little tray and waves away her money.
"This one is on Jess," he says.
"Oh, I don't think she meant that she was going to buy my drinks," says Rhian, worrying that the bartender mistook Jess's meaning.
Dave laughs again and holds up his phone for Rhian to see. There is a text message from somebody called 'Boo_Jess' that says 'don't let the kitten pay.'
"I'm assuming you are the kitten?" asks Dave with a knowing grin.
Rhian blushes again, thanks him and takes the drinks back to her very curious friends. Kell looks at Rhian as she puts the tray down on their table.
"You look like you won the lottery, then lost it all on the turn of a card."
Rhian smiles, then looks back over her shoulder, searching the packed pub for any sign of Jess. Claire stands and puts her arm around Rhian, roughly hugging her to her side.
"Be kind, girls," she says, laughing, "our little Rhi has just been struck by an angel."
"I think she might be more demon than angel," says Rhian smiling wistfully and taking her seat next to Claire, elbowing her ribs gently for teasing her.
"Well drink up," says Sarah, "I've found a great pub on trip advisor and it's just up the road."
The friends all drain their drinks quickly and prepare to leave. Rhian is taking her time and Kell and Sarah have already gone outside. Claire waits as Rhian fusses over nothing before coming to a decision.
"I'll meet you outside," she says to Claire "I just need to ask the bartender something."
Sarah laughs, "of course you do, honey," then walks off toward the door.
It takes Rhian ages to get Dave-the-bartender's attention, so when she does she wastes no time in asking, "Do you know where Jess might be?"
She blushes furiously as Dave takes a moment to consider his answer.
"Somewhere on Frogmore Street, I would think."
"Diolch," replies Rhian, slipping into Welsh as her thoughts race as fast as her heart.
A fresh breeze hits Rhian in the face as she steps from the pub into the summer night. She spies her friends a short distance away, deep in conversation. They all laugh together and come out of their huddle as she approaches.
"So did you find out where she is?" asks Kell.
Rhian grins at her friends who have so clearly worked out what she was up to.
"The bartender says she'll be somewhere on Frogmore Street."
Sarah taps on her phone for a few moments before laughing.
"Well on the plus side, it's not far away, but it seems to have several gay bars and clubs, so finding your girl might be hard, Rhi."
"It's okay, guys. We'll just go to this pub you found."
Claire laughs. "Told you," she says, smiling at the others.
"Never doubted you," says Kell turning to Rhian and saying, "Honey, we are going to find that woman and you are going to do whatever it is you do, 'cos there's no way I'm going to spend hours on a train looking at your mopey face while you pine over what might have been."
With that, Kell grabs Rhian's hand and starts pulling her along the street, both of them giggling.
After a few minutes walking and chatting, the mostly sober friends arrive at Frogmore Street, pausing outside Sergios and savouring the enchanting smell of freshly cooked ragu.
"So where do you want to try first?" asks Sarah.
"That one," says Kell, pointing at a bar called 'Queenshilling'. A plain brick exterior contrasts with the rainbow light show and the music spilling out of the building's pores.
After a fruitless search, some vodka shots and a little while soaking up the party atmosphere, the friends regroup outside the bar.
"I want to try this one," says Rhian, walking towards a club called OMG.
After a few minutes of looking around the packed club, Rhian spots Jess on the dance floor, tongue deep in some slutty blonde chick. Feeling disheartened she turns away and walks toward the door. Kell and Claire block her way, leaning close to be heard above the music.
"No way are you giving up so easily," says Kell, "not after dragging us halfway around the city looking for this woman."
"She looks pretty damn busy to me, Kell, so what exactly am I supposed to do?"
Claire takes Rhian's arm in hers, turns her towards where Jess is dancing and leans close to speak. After a few moments, Rhian smiles as a little bud of hope blossoms in her mind.
"Back me up though, babe," she says, looking at Claire nervously.
"All my life."
Claire leads Rhian onto the dance floor, graceful as a cat and quickly drawing a number of appreciative glances. Rhian is slow to relax into the rhythm but eventually lets her body move freely and finds herself smiling at the simple joy of dancing.
The girls start dancing closer and closer to Jess, Claire guiding Rhian backwards and closer until eventually, her back bumps hard into Jess's back. Jess turns in anger at being bumped but then grins when she sees Rhian. Jess meows, making a cat clawing motion in the air.
"Hello kitten," she mouths, knowing she can't be heard above the music.
"Hello Jess," Rhian whispers back, transfixed all over again.
The woman Jess was kissing pulls at her arm, trying to get her attention away from Rhian and back on her. Jess says something very brief to the woman, then turns fully to Rhian, putting her arms around her waist and pulling her close. The woman glares at Rhian, before turning and stalking away. With her eyes locked on Jess's, Rhian doesn't even notice the death-glare sent her way. She's far too intent on melting into Jess's arms.
Jess kisses Rhian, slowly and deeply while their bodies pulse along with the music. Lights flash and spin, bathing them in bright colours before hiding them in momentary shadows. Jess breaks the kiss, placing her lips on Rhian's ear.
"You taste like strawberries, kitten."
"It took us a little while to find you," laughs Rhian, inexplicably so happy to be in Jess's arms.
"I hoped you would," admitted Jess.
"You're SO sexy, how could I not?" asks Rhian.
Jess laughs. "Thank you kitten, from a fuckable little treat such as yourself, that's a great compliment."
Rhian blushes furiously at Jess's words, momentarily forgetting to move her feet. Jess laughs, hugely enjoying the look on Rhian's face. She pulls Rhian close again, slipping her hand behind her and squeezing her ass as their lips seek each other again.
The kiss goes on and on, little sparks arcing from their tongues and setting fires running through their veins. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jess takes Rhian's hand and places it over her pert little breast, grinning as she does so. Rhian blushes anew as she feels the stiffness of Jess's nipple against her palm.
Moving closer again, Jess slides her hand inside the top of Rhian's dress, delighting in finding naked flesh. Timing it perfectly, her tongue slips into Rhian's mouth just as her fingertips gently brush her nipple for the first time. Rhian squirms a little before leaning into Jess's touch, a million thoughts racing through her head and a blush rising all the way to her ears.
Jess breaks the kiss again, smiling and stroking Rhian's cheek briefly. She undoes the three buttons on her cropped shirt, opening it slightly to reveal her naked chest. Again she takes Rhian's hand and places it on the exposed flesh of her chest, guiding it over her small breast, her shirt parting wide.
Rhian lets Jess guide her hand, mesmerised by the brazen beauty in front of her. Blushing seems to be a permanent state for her and she pulls Jess close, kissing her to hide it. Her kisses slip to Jess's neck for a few moments before seeking her lips again.
Jess runs her hands down Rhian's back to her ass, slowly rubbing and squeezing, hand appreciating the gorgeous shape and feel. Slowly, as they sway to the music, she moves her right hand around Rhian's hip, over her thigh and presses it gently between her legs. Rhian makes a soft whimpering sound as Jess's fingers press against her clit, the low sound vibrating through their kiss. That's all the encouragement Jess needs and she slips her hand under Rhian's dress, grateful it's so short.
As Jess's fingers start to slowly rub Rhian's clit through her underwear, she leans in and speaks into Rhian's ear.
"Such a wet little kitten already."
"I wonder why?" Rhian replies, nibbling Jess's ear for good measure and pinching her nipple.
Jess responds by slipping her fingers inside Rian's underwear, fingers sliding easily back and forth before pushing inside. Rhian gasps as Jess's fingers enter her, suddenly aware that they are surrounded on all sides by people dancing and just as quickly deciding she doesn't care as Jess curls her fingers.
"I want you to cum for me, kitten," Jess breathes into Rhian's ear, "right here, right now. Let go and just be in the moment with me."
Rhian nods, holding Jess firm with one hand around her waist, kissing her deeply and moving her hips against Jess's fingers. Jess moves her fingers expertly, kissing Rhian back hard and deep as she feels her movements speeding up. When Jess brings her thumb into play, rubbing small circles around Rhian's clit, it takes only a handful of seconds before the first spasm rocks Rhian's body and drags her mouth from Jess's. She gasps again as her body rocks its way through wave after wave of a very intense orgasm, finally melting into Jess's arms.
After a couple of minutes of just dreamily holding onto Jess, Rhian realises she keeps repeating, 'Oh my God,' and makes an effort to collect herself and balance independently. Rhian watches as Jess slowly puts her fingers into her mouth and sucks them.
Jess leans in and says, "You taste fucking amazing kitten," which sets Rhian to blushing all over again.
Jess takes Rhian's hand and leads her through the press of bodies to the bar, whistling up the barmaid's attention. She orders a large vodka, two white wines a pint of cider and an orange juice. Rhian looks questioningly at her as all the drinks arrive. Jess chuckles, handing Rhian one of the wines. She picks up the remaining drinks and dives into the crowd, heading for the seating area at the back of the club.
Rhian catches up with Jess just as she slips into an empty seat next to Kell. Jess is passing out drinks to the others as Rhian sits down at the table.
"Did I get everyone's order right?" Asks Jess, smiling at the group of friends. They all laugh and agree she has.
"How did you know everyone's drinks?" asks Claire.
"Magic," replies Jess.
"Dave the bartender more like," says Rhian, laughing.
"Hush," says Jess, laughing, "you're ruining the mystique."
"You two had fun dancing then?" asks Kell.
Jess grins and winks at Rhian, who turns bright red again and half chokes on her wine.
"It was a lot of fun," says Jess, laughing, "the kitten can really move."
"I hate to be the party-pooper, but we really should be going," says Sarah.
Kell and Claire start agreeing with Sarah, but Rhian has no intention of ending the night there.
"I'm going to stay," she says, much to Jess's pleasure.
"Rhi honey, it's late and we need to be at the station by eleven tomorrow morning," says Kell. "Maybe we could stay another half an hour?" She offers.
Rhian looks at Jess, who nods, silently reading her mind.
"No, Kell," says Rhian, "I mean I am going to stay with Jess tonight. I'll meet you at the station in the morning if somebody can bring my bag?"
Kell looks at Jess. "And you're okay with this?"
"I'll make sure she is safe and has a roof over her head, but I'm not promising she'll get much sleep," laughs Jess.
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