Rain on the Late Bus
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 8: Dawn
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8: Dawn - 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.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Workplace FemaleDom Light Bond Spanking Analingus Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting BBW Big Breasts Public Sex Size Slow Illustrated AI Generated
The first real light of morning slipped through the half-open curtains like a quiet promise.
Around seven o’clock, the sky had shifted to a pale, winter-blue wash. Weak sunlight filtered in, soft and cool, painting long golden stripes across the ruined bed and the two women still tangled in its center.
The room carried the deep, intimate scent of the night: sweat dried on skin, the lingering sweetness of repeated releases, the faint trace of lube and warm silicone from the harness abandoned on the floor. Sheets clung damply in places, cool and clammy where they brushed bare thighs or bellies. Pillows were scattered like surrendered flags. The air felt thick, lived-in, as though the hours had pressed themselves into every corner.
Debra woke slowly, awareness returning in gentle layers.
Every muscle sang with a deep, delicious ache: thighs tender from being spread and wrapped for hours, pussy and ass throbbing with the memory of fullness, nipples raw and tingling, lower back stiff from arches and angles she hadn’t known her body could hold. Dark bite marks bloomed across the tops of her heavy breasts and along her inner thighs; bruises circled her hips like gentle fingerprints from Susan’s grip. Her lips were swollen, her chin softly chafed, her eyes puffy from tears of overwhelming pleasure and connection.
And yet she felt utterly, perfectly held.
She turned her head on the pillow and found Susan already watching her.
Susan lay on her side, one arm still draped possessively across Debra’s waist, palm open and warm against the soft curve of her belly. Her short auburn hair was wild with sweat and sleep; matching marks decorated her skin—purple bites on her chest and neck, faint scratches down her back, a tender handprint on one ass cheek. Her green eyes were soft now, stripped of last night’s fierce hunger, filled instead with something quiet and wondering.
They looked at each other for a long moment, no words needed. Just the slow rhythm of shared breathing and the distant, muffled sounds of the city waking outside.
Susan’s hand moved first—fingers spreading gently across Debra’s belly, tracing idle, soothing circles over stretch-marked skin as if memorizing the feel of her.
“Morning,” Susan whispered, voice cracked and husky from hours of moans and whispered commands.
Debra smiled, small and shy in the gentle light. “Morning.”
Susan shifted closer, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Debra’s lips—no urgency, just warmth and salt and the faint taste of sleep. When they parted, foreheads stayed touching.
“You okay?” Susan asked softly, thumb brushing along Debra’s hipbone. “Sore?”
Debra huffed a quiet laugh, wincing theatrically as she tested her thighs. “Everywhere. In the best way.”
Susan’s expression softened further—concern and affection mingling. She pressed another kiss to Debra’s forehead, then to the corner of her eye where a faint tear-track still lingered from the night.
“Let me take care of you,” she murmured.
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