You and Julie cum, no trouble.

Julie Paul opens the door of the Crater's little-used men's restroom and pulls you inside. There are two sinks, two floor-drained porcelain urinals, and two stalls. Julie pushes you up against the wall facing the sinks. In the mirror over her shoulder you catch a glimpse of the two of you standing together. Two women in nurse's whites, a blonde seen from the back, a taller brunette with a few silver strands.

Then your lips meet. Julie is warm and eager against you. You breathe in the scent of her skin and hair. Soon your tongues are engaged in battle. You're first to put a hand under her blouse. She brings her hands back and unhooks her brassiere, letting you tug it off, touch her hard nipples with your hands.

"Off," you say, tugging at the hem of her white pullover blouse. She pulls it off and tosses it back to drape over a sink. Julie is naked to the waist, smiling at you. You take each nipple in finger and thumb, roll and squeeze them.

"Yes Gloria, harder," she urges. Her eyes narrow with pleasure.

Vincent would love watching this. He has a thing for nurses. That's how he picked you up, years ago, when you were out after a shift with your nurse trainee friends. Once in a while, to indulge him, you've played nurse to his patient. You think you may understand him better now. Now that you have a thing for nurses, too.

Especially this nurse.

Julie closes her eyes, soaking up the feelings of your hands on her breasts. Her eyes open again, and her lips part. She looks at you pleadingly and rubs her pelvis against yours. You keep her waiting, twisting her nipples.

This nurse who loves you. Who's wanted you for years.

"Gloria," she pleads.

You recall a pornographic image you saw over Vincent's shoulder. Two women together in a lavatory. Yes, that.

You release Julie's breasts, take her by the shoulders, and walk her back to the sink where her blouse was thrown. You spin her round. "Bend over," you say. She bends forward, supporting herself at the sink. You work your fingers into her waistband and pull down and back, exposing her from behind. Her scent, strong with excitement. Her labia are swollen and parted. You're looking at Julie from Vincent's favorite angle on you, bent over and bare, wet and ready. And beautiful. Now you see women are beautiful down there. After so many years, you see how much beauty is hidden. And how much you desire to look, to touch, to possess. With one hand on Julie's hip, you straddle her buttock from behind, your other hand reaching between her legs, two fingers together.

"Oh!" Julie says.

Wet, slick, hot inside. Julie squeezes down on your penetrating fingers. You press your clothed mound to her buttock, riding her from behind while you thrust your fingers in and out. Your face in the mirror startles you. So hungry, so intense. Your body moving against Julie's.

Julie suddenly stiffens and pushes back against you, her hips pumping, grinding onto your hand. "Oh Glorrrria..." she groans. Her ears and neck flush pink. You feel a warm rush of power. Julie's pumping hips grind her buttock into your mound, up and down over your own sweet spot. You cry out, seized by your own climax. Who's that woman in the mirror? Such power, such pleasure.

When your orgasms subside, you lift Julie up from the washstand and embrace her. There's wetness on your collar. Julie is crying, silently. You hold her tightly. It smells wonderful in here, the hot musk of female sweat and fuck. Julie is warm and soft in your arms.

"Kiss me," you murmur.

It's a long, soft kiss.

"I'm glad we're working together," you say.

"Like this," Julie says. Her voice is soft, not quite a whisper.

"Like this," you say. You laugh. "But maybe we should find someplace else to review our real jobs."

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