Rain on the Late Bus
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 3: The Bedroom
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Bedroom - 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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They never quite reached the bedroom door.
Susan had Debra pinned hard against the hallway wall, the cool paint a shocking contrast to the burning heat of their bodies. Susan’s thigh—thick, robust, slick with Debra’s arousal—was wedged high between Debra’s legs, pressing upward with slow, deliberate rolls that dragged firm muscle directly over Debra’s swollen clit. Each grind sent a fresh rush of wetness spilling out, coating Susan’s skin in a hot, slippery trail that trickled down the inside of Debra’s trembling thigh and cooled instantly in the air.
The hallway smelled like them now: sharp, heady arousal cutting through lingering sandalwood and steam from their damp clothes. Every breath Debra took was thick with it—Susan’s musk, her own creamy scent, the faint salt of sweat beading between heavy breasts and along soft bellies pressed flush together.
Susan’s mouth was at Debra’s throat, open and ravenous. Teeth scraped sensitive skin, then closed in a hard suck that bloomed Fire under the surface—Debra felt the pull all the way to her clit. A low growl vibrated from Susan’s chest as she marked her, tongue soothing the spot before biting again, harder. Debra’s head thudded back against the wall, exposing more throat, more skin, soft double chin tilting upward in surrender.
Debra’s hands couldn’t stay still. They roamed over Susan’s bare torso—palms sliding through the warm sheen of sweat along her plush belly, fingers sinking deep into soft rolls at her sides, then upward to cup the heavy, pendulous weight of her breasts. Thumbs dragged deliberately over thick nipples, circling, pinching, twisting until they stood darker and rigid. Susan’s sharp hiss turned into a guttural moan that vibrated against Debra’s collarbone.
Three thick fingers were buried to the hilt inside Debra now, stretching her open with delicious burn. Susan pumped them in a slow, filthy rhythm—each withdrawal deliberate, dragging knuckles along sensitive walls so Debra felt every ridge; each thrust forward deep and curling, stroking that ridged spot inside that made sparks burst behind Debra’s eyes. The wet sounds were obscene: slick squelch of fingers driving into soaked flesh, the soft slap of Susan’s palm against swollen outer lips, Debra’s own ragged breathing echoing off the narrow walls.
“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” Susan rasped against her ear, hot breath sending shivers down Debra’s spine. “Dripping down my wrist ... down my thigh ... you’re making a mess, baby.”
Debra could only whimper, one hand fisted tight in Susan’s damp auburn hair, the other braced against the wall as her knees threatened to buckle. Her pussy clenched greedily around the invading fingers, inner muscles fluttering wildly as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, low in her belly.
Susan’s thumb found her clit—fat, throbbing, hypersensitive—and began tight, relentless circles, slick with Debra’s own cream. The pressure was perfect, merciless. Debra’s hips jerked forward helplessly, riding Susan’s hand, chasing the building wave.
It broke suddenly, violently.
Debra came with a strangled cry that ricocheted down the hallway—back arching hard off the wall, breasts crushing into Susan’s chest, belly quivering uncontrollably. Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic spasms, gushing hot and messy over Susan’s fingers, palm, wrist. Susan kept thrusting through every pulse, drawing it out until Debra’s legs shook so badly she sagged forward, forehead dropping to Susan’s sweat-slick shoulder, panting wetly against her skin.
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