Rain on the Late Bus
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 11: Sunday Morning
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 11: Sunday Morning - On a stormy December night in 2025, plus-size women Debra and Susan lock eyes on a late-night bus, their mutual attraction igniting instantly. A simple invitation to wait out the rain leads to explosive, explicit passion—raw, affirming sex celebrating their abundant bodies. Over a transformative weekend and the year that follows, desire deepens into profound love, proving that taking up space together is the most beautiful thing of all.
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The winter sun rose high, flooding the bedroom with bright, merciless light that left nowhere to hide. Debra woke first, enveloped in the heavy warmth of Susan’s body curled behind hers—Susan’s whole breast pressed soft and warm against her back, one powerful thigh wedged possessively between Debra’s, Susan’s hand splayed low on her belly, fingertips resting in the damp curls above her pussy.
Debra shifted, and the movement sent a delicious throb through her swollen folds—still tender, still slick from yesterday’s endless, slow lovemaking. Susan stirred instantly, arm tightening, pulling Debra flush against her. The length of Susan’s body molded perfectly: soft bellies pressed, hips cradled, Debra’s ass nestled against the warm, wet heat of Susan’s mound.
Susan’s lips found the sensitive nape of Debra’s neck, parting in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue traced a lazy, wet path along the skin, tasting faint salt and the lingering musk of last night. “Morning,” she murmured, voice gravel-rough with sleep and want. Her hand slid lower without hesitation—fingers threading through coarse curls to cup Debra’s pussy possessively, palm pressing warm against plump outer lips already slick and swollen.
Debra exhaled a shaky moan, thighs parting wider on instinct, inviting more. “Morning,” she whispered, pushing back until she felt Susan’s own arousal coating the curve of her ass.
Susan’s fingers parted her slowly—tracing the fat, sensitive outer lips with deliberate pressure, feeling the creamy wetness that coated her fingertips instantly. She spread Debra open, middle finger gliding through slick inner folds to circle her clit—once, twice—light, teasing strokes that made Debra’s hips roll helplessly. The clit was still hypersensitive, throbbing under the touch, peeking hard from its hood.
“You’re soaked again,” Susan whispered against her ear, hot breath sending shivers racing down Debra’s spine. Two thick fingers slid inside in one smooth, unhurried glide—velvet heat gripping them greedily, inner walls fluttering around the intrusion. Susan curled them forward immediately, stroking that ridged spot deep inside with slow, deliberate drags that pulled obscene wet sounds from Debra’s body.
Debra’s hand reached back, gripping Susan’s thigh hard, nails digging into soft flesh as she pulled her closer. Susan rocked against her from behind—her own swollen pussy grinding wetly against Debra’s ass, clit dragging in delicious friction with every subtle thrust of her hips. Her free hand moved up to cup one heavy breast—palm filling with warm weight, thumb and forefinger rolling the thick nipple until it stood dark and rigid, aching.
They moved in perfect, languid rhythm—Susan’s fingers pumping deep and steady, curling on every withdrawal to stroke Debra’s G-spot relentlessly, thumb settling over her clit in tight, slick circles. Debra’s moans grew louder, breath hitching as pleasure coiled hot and low. Susan added a third finger—stretching her wider, the delicious burn blending into pure bliss—while her own arousal dripped down Debra’s skin, coating them both in warm wetness.
Debra came with a long, trembling cry—back arching, pussy clamping down in fierce, rhythmic spasms around Susan’s buried fingers, inner walls pulsing wildly as fresh gush spilled hot over Susan’s palm and down her thighs. The orgasm rolled through her in endless waves—belly quivering, breasts heaving, thighs locking tight around Susan’s hand.
Susan held her through every shudder, kissing her neck, murmuring soft, filthy praise—”That’s it, baby ... come all over my fingers ... let me feel you”—until the last flutter faded.
Debra turned in her arms, eyes dark and glassy with renewed hunger. She pushed Susan onto her back, straddling her hips, guiding Susan’s slick fingers to her mouth—tongue swirling around each one, tasting herself while her own hand slid between Susan’s thighs.
Susan was drenched—outer lips fat and flushed deep pink, inner folds protruding dark and creamy, clit large and throbbing visibly. Debra parted her slowly, inhaling the richer, headier scent before sliding three fingers inside in one deep glide. Velvet heat gripped her instantly; Susan’s back arched, a guttural moan escaping as Debra curled upward, stroking firmly while her thumb settled over the swollen clit in tight, wet circles.
Debra leaned down, taking one thick nipple into her mouth—sucking hard, tongue flicking the rigid peak in time with her thrusting fingers. Susan’s hands fisted the sheets, hips lifting to meet every stroke, thighs trembling. When Debra added a fourth finger—stretching her wide, knuckles dragging along sensitive walls—and grazed her teeth lightly over the nipple, Susan shattered.
She came with a deep, broken cry—thighs clamping around Debra’s hand, pussy pulsing in powerful, rhythmic spasms, hot release coating Debra’s fingers and dripping down her wrist in thick pulses. Her belly quivered, breasts heaved, and her back bowed off the bed as waves crashed through her endlessly.
They kissed through the aftershocks—messy, desperate, tasting each other’s release on tongues and lips.
Eventually, the coffee’s rich aroma pulled them from bed.
Debra padded naked to the kitchen, Susan following, hands roaming her hips, stealing kisses. Susan wore only loose sleep shorts; her bare breasts swayed softly as she flipped pancakes, sunlight catching every curve.
They ate at the table—knees brushing, feeding each other syrupy bites, fingers licked clean with slow, deliberate swirls of tongue that promised more.
Conversation was easy, laced with heat—work stories, shared dreams, flirtatious confessions about favorite ways to be touched.