Rainy Reunion

"God, you still look incredible," I said the second our eyes locked across the tiny cafe. Rain hammered the windows like it was trying to trap us inside together, and the air between me and my old classmate Lisa felt thick enough to choke on.

We had bumped into each other on the street ten minutes earlier, both soaked, both laughing in that awkward way old friends do. Now we sat at a corner table, coffee steaming between us, her round cheeks flushed from the cold and something hotter. Lisa had always been chubby back in school, soft hips and full thighs that filled out her jeans in ways that made teenage me ache. Time had only made her juicier. Her belly pressed gently against the edge of the table, heavy breasts straining the damp fabric of her blouse, and the way she shifted in her seat sent a rush of blood straight to my cock.

"I can't believe it's you, Mark," she murmured, voice low and teasing, leaning forward so her tits rested on her folded arms. "You keep staring at my body like you want to eat me alive. Did you have a thing for me back then?"

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering. "Every damn day. Those curves... fuck, Lisa, you have no idea what they did to me."

Her laugh was soft, surprised, but her eyes darkened with the same hunger. The cafe was nearly empty, just the barista in the back and the steady roar of rain. She reached across the table and traced one finger over my knuckles, slow circles that made my skin burn.

"Then why didn't you ever say anything?" she whispered, biting her plump lower lip. "I used to touch myself thinking about you... imagining your hands on my fat ass, squeezing while you fucked me."

The words hit like lightning. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper. I stood, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the narrow hallway that led to the single-stall restroom. She followed without protest, giggling breathlessly as I locked the door behind us.

Inside the cramped space her scent wrapped around me, warm skin and faint vanilla lotion mixed with rain. I cupped her face and kissed her deep, tongues sliding lazily while my hands roamed. We took our time, mouths moving soft and wet, her sighs filling the tiny room. My palms slid down her neck, over the swell of her heavy breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen through wet cloth. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed them, rolling the thick buds between my fingers.

"Touch me more," she breathed against my lips, voice husky. "I love how you grab my chubby body... don't be gentle."

I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, kissing every new inch of exposed skin, tasting the rain on her collarbone. Her tits spilled out, full and pendulous with wide, dark areolas that begged for my tongue. I sucked one into my mouth while my hands worked her jeans open, sliding them down over wide hips and thick thighs. Her panties were soaked, clinging to the plump lips of her pussy. I peeled them aside and groaned at how puffy and wet she was, her slit glistening, clit peeking from its hood like it was swollen just for me.

Lisa's hands trembled as she opened my pants, freeing my aching cock. "It's so hard... for me," she whispered, stroking me with both soft palms, twisting gently at the head until precum slicked her fingers. We kept kissing through it all, messy and needy, breaths mingling while her belly pressed warm and yielding against my shaft.

I turned her toward the sink, bending her over just enough that her juicy ass cheeks spread. The mirror showed her flushed face, eyes half-lidded with lust. My fingers dipped between her thighs, circling her clit in lazy strokes while I kissed the back of her neck.

"Oh god, Mark... right there," she panted, pushing back against my hand. Her pussy was dripping, coating my palm as I slid two fingers inside her tight heat. She was so wet the filthy sounds echoed off the tiles. I pumped them slowly, curling to rub that spongy spot that made her thighs quiver.

When she started whimpering my name I couldn't wait anymore. I lined up my cock and pushed into her pussy in one long, smooth thrust. Her walls gripped me like hot velvet, stretching around my thickness. "Fuck, you're so tight... even with all this beautiful chubby cushion," I growled against her ear, hands digging into the soft rolls at her waist.

We moved together in the mirror, my hips slapping against her plump ass with wet smacks. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles while I fucked her deeper, changing angles until she cried out. Her tits swung heavily with every thrust, nipples brushing the cold porcelain. The pace built, slow and grinding at first, then harder, her moans turning into broken gasps.

"Harder... pound my fat pussy," she begged, voice cracking. I spanked one round cheek, watching it jiggle, then gripped her hips and drove into her faster. Her orgasm hit first, sudden and violent. Her cunt clenched around my cock in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting down my balls as she shook and whispered my name over and over.

I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted one of her thick legs onto the sink. Face to face now, we kissed frantically while I slid back inside her soaked hole. This angle let me grind against her clit with every deep stroke. Her hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in as another climax rolled through her, milking me until I couldn't hold back.

With a low groan I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. It leaked out around my shaft, dripping down her thighs as we panted against each other's mouths.

We cleaned up in silence, trading shy smiles and soft kisses. Back at the table the rain had eased to a drizzle. I ordered us fresh coffees while she fixed her hair, cheeks still glowing.

"Morning already feels different," she said quietly the next day when we met for actual coffee at the same cafe, sunlight now streaming through clean windows. Her eyes kept flicking to my mouth, then lower, like she was remembering exactly how I felt stretching her.

I grinned over my cup, stealing another glance at the soft curve of her belly under her sweater. "Yeah. Can't stop thinking about it either."

She laughed, low and warm, and slid her foot against my ankle under the table. The tension was already building again.