#bezvale

When Rubik was a puppy Bez had taken him to the vet, worried that he was sick or had a bladder infection because he wouldn't stop peeing. It wasn't just the usual house breaking hiccups she remembers from the dogs her family had growing up, or even him trying to scent mark everything he saw. But he would pee whenever he saw Bez, or other dog, squirrels and birds. She swears that once he even peed on her coach just because he saw a bird when Bez turned the TV on.

Her vet assured her it was just a part of his puppy temperament. It was normal, and temporary, that he just got too excited and couldn't contain himself anymore. Bez nodded along to the explanation, imagining the way Rubik's excitement filled his too small body until it there was no space for anything else. She left with a clean bill of health for Rubik and the advice to buy some puppy pads and a waterproof cover for her couch in the meantime.

The first time it happens to Bez, she's perching in Vale's lap because they've run out of chairs. It's hot, and she'd been guzzling water to replenish everything she'd sweat out riding lap after lap in the baking hot sun that soaks into her black leathers until Bez is baking too. The normal stack of white plastic chairs had been missing when she arrived, and places to sit where at a premium. Celestino was stuck sitting on the floor with the rest of the kids, and had kicked out at her lazily when she pointed it out. Vale had saved Bez from having to stand or worse from join them on the floor by calling her over while patting her knee.

Vale's was bony even with two layers of leather cushioning her lap. Bez didn't realize how much she was moving, trying to find a comfortable position until she put her hand on Bez's hip to stop her. The weight of it on her hip kept her still, and when it was clear that she had finally settled Vale rewarded her with a quick squeeze that Bez could only just felt through her leathers.

The ache didn't start immediately. She was comfortable sitting on Vale's lap for long enough that when it started Bez didn't want to move. Content to sit and listen to Vale talk first about the track and some changes she wanted to make, and then about how GT3 racing was going this year.

She rolled forward, trying to reduce the pressure building by stretching out, but Vale gave her a warning squeeze made Bez freeze in place. The new position put more pressure on her. Even with the layers between them, her clit is still pressed directly against the firm muscle of Vale's leg. The ache between her legs growing as she stayed perched on Vale's knee.

Bez hadn't even realized that the person Vale was talking to had left until she leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She didn't have a watch on and her phone was god knows where, but Bez could wait five minutes. Could count the seconds if she really had to. Vale doesn't help. Starts bouncing her leg instead.

The movement jolts through Bez and the pressure coiled low in her belly starts to build until there's a wave of new sweat prickling under her arms, and at the small of her back. Even the crease where her ass meets her thigh feels damp. Her underwear, loose and cotton because they're supposed to help prevent ingrown hairs, feels hot in the confusing way that could be her period coming early or because she's ovulating but mostly feels like she's pissed herself. The hand Vale has on her waist, the only tether Bez has to anything happening around her that isn't how badly she needs, squeezes her side hard enough that she startles.

It's only a second that she loses focus, loses control. Bez snaps her thighs tight around Vale's leg holding her still. But it's still too late. The wet-heat between her legs pulses as it gets wetter. She stops it as soon as it starts, barely manages to stop herself from shoving a hand between her legs as she clamps down hard enough that even her toes curl in her boots all to stop herself from pissing all over Vale.

Her cheeks are burning hot, and it's been too long to pass it off as the natural flush of exertion or the friction of her helmet. There's no way that Vale could feel it, not with the barrier of her leathers between them. But a whimper of embarrassment tries to escape from her lips before she bites down on that too.

"Do you have to go?"

Bez nods. The movement jerky, desperate.

Vale sends her off with a smack on her ass, more of a pat really, but it's enough that Bez feels a fresh wave of wetness between her legs. The ache of her overly-full bladder doesn't change. She doesn't know if that's better or worse. Everyone knows she does better with a gentle touch, responds to praise more then criticism, but Vale has never talked to her like that before. Her words ringing in Bez's ears as she walks away, 'good girl' in the same sweet indulgent tone she uses with her dogs.

She's so full it hurts, and standing doesn't help the way she hoped it would. The zipper isn't digging into her bladder anymore, but the little bit of give in her leathers she has while sitting disappears as soon as she stands. They're tight in way she's never experienced before even when she was growing fast enough to need a new set every month even if she hadn't wrecked them.

When the heavy metal door swings shut behind her, and Bez doesn't remember walking any of the half a dozen meters between the little tent Vale is sitting under and the bathroom. But her boots are wet now. She thinks she can hear as much as feel her socks squishing as she takes another step towards the stalls, the empty title room amplifying everything. She prays that no one was watching her, and pretends that Vale is included in that.

Bez leaves a muddy trail of footprints, too desperate to even think about taking her boots off, through the communal showers until she's right outside the first bathroom stall. All she needs to do now is get her leathers off. It's easy, zipper, right arm, and then her left. A little shimmy to help them slide over her hips and then she's free. But her hands shake when she grabs at the collar of her leathers, fingers stiff and clumsy as she tries to find lift the tab hiding the zipper pull. Her eyes burn and when she blinks Bez can feel tears sliding over her cheeks.

She gives in and shoves a hand between her legs, fights to press her knees together. It doesn't help. The kevlar weave that protects her when she's sliding through the gravel at 100 kilometres an hour also dulls the pressure of her hand down to nothing. It does nothing to stop her from feeling the wet heat that blooms along her inner thighs.

"Oh, bimba," Vale coos sympathetically as she rests her chin on Bez's shoulder, "Do you need help?"

Bez doesn't startle but its close, never even heard Vale follow her in. She realizes that she could have been caught by anyone. A fresh wave of humiliation breaks over her at the thought of her friends who have made fun of Bez dashing naked from the showers just pee in the toilet seeing her like this.

She manages to nod, not trusting her voice. And Vale's steady hands make short work of the zipper as Bez's laboured breathing echoes around them. Its such a relief she almost lets herself relax. She's so close, but Vale doesn't step back when she's done. Doesn't give Bez the room she needs to wriggle her arms out of the sleeves alone or move to help her. Instead she runs her hand over Bez's abs, she tries not to react to the shiver that ripples over her skin as Vale follows the sparse trail of light brown hair under her belly button down until her hand is resting directly on top of Bez's aching bladder.

"Bimba," And her head feels hot every time Vale calls her that, Bez wonders if maybe she's also suffering from heat exhaustion, "Do you need to pee?"

Bez can't manage more then a strangled noise that dies in her throat when the heel of Vale's hand pushes against the solid weight of her bladder. She leaks a little more. The sudden pressure lets up and she sobs as Vale slips her hand inside Bez's leathers.

"You're so wet."

She's wanted to hear Vale say those words to her since she was still an awkward teenager trying to wipe her clammy palms against her jorts before she got to shake The Valentina Rossi's hand for the photo commemorating her acceptance into the academy. Bez has imagined it happening in a thousand different ways, whispered tenderly or in passionate growl, but never like this.

Bez has to go, the pressure hurts but she can't do it like this. Not with Vale's hand down the front of her piss soaked leathers.

"Do you need mommy to help you?"

Vale doesn't wait for her to answer, just rolls her fingers over Bez's clit, it sends an unexpected spark of pleasure up her spine and Bez is surprised enough that she relaxes into the hand between her legs.

"Its okay bimba, let go for mommy."

And that's all the permission she needs.

Bez moans as she finally lets go. Can feel the heat against the hand she still has between her legs as she soaks through her under layers in an instant. Her black leather might the wetness spreading out from between her legs, but Vale's hand is cupped against her cunt. The thin cotton of her underwear doing nothing to hide how Bez is pissing herself on Vale's command like a dog.

"That's it," Vale rubs over Bez's clit again, "My obedient girl."

She whimpers when she tries to push into Vale's fingers and the pressure make her stream stop instead. Its too similar to the kinds of videos she's never admitted to watching, just nodded along the one time Luca had mocked her ex after a particularly nasty breakup for thinking it was real and tried to hide her blush in her drink when Mig had claimed that she'd gotten girls to do it before. Which doesn't help either.

By the time Bez is done her legs are shaking before Vale rubs a loose circle over her clit. Even with the layers between her fingers and Bez's cunt dulling the sensation it doesn't take long before Bez is grinding against Vale's fingers. A different kind of desperation fills the empty space inside her. She rocks forward chasing Vale's touch, keening when Vale's knuckle drags over her folds, teasing at the opening of her cunt through the soaked layers between them.

Vale coos in Bez's ear when she rocks into it trying to take her inside. Her chapped lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck and Bez shivers, the tension coiled inside her building as she whispers things Bez has only ever dreamed of hearing from Vale. She tells Bez how sweet she is, so good for her, between kisses pressed against her jaw.

"Are you going to cum bimba?"

Bez tires to nod. She's so close, every time Vale rubs over her clit she can feel herself getting closer. She's louder then she should be, and the thought of getting caught like this sends a prickle of fresh sweat sliding down her back. It does nothing to stop the heat pooling low in her belly as she humps against Vale's hand.

Every grind of her hips bringing Bez closer to cumming.

She's so close.

And then Vale stops.

Her fingers freeze, putting as much distance as she can between them with her hand still down the front of Bez's leathers.

"So quiet Bez," Vale hums as she pulls her hand back, "Do you want to cum?"

"Please." She whispers

Vale just hums, unsatisfied, "Did you hear something?"

Bez licks her lips, tries again.

"Please. I want to cum." Her voice cracks but she's louder. Bez thinks she can feel the frown on Vale's lips against her neck. "Please, Vale."

"I didn't give you permission to call me that did I bimba?"

And, oh. Bez somehow manages to flush with the little bit of blood she has left that isn't pooling between her legs. She can't say it, not when the wet squish of boots as she rocks forward against Vale's had is already incriminatingly loud. When anyone could walk in on them.

Vale pinkie had snuck beneath the thick elastic of her leggings, and she snaps it impatiently.

"Please," Somehow she's still managing to find new things to be embarrassed about, "Mommy."

"Good girl."

She slides her fingers under the waistband of Bez's leggings. Bez didn't realize how much they dulled everything until Vale traces a nail over the rigid line of her clit and her knees almost give out. It feels wetter with just the thin layer of wet cotton of her panties between Vale's fingers and her pussy.

Vale doesn't touch her clit again, even when Bez whines for it as she tries to rock into her hand. Instead following the seam of her lips until she finds the other source of wetness between Bez's thighs. She presses up and Bez feels her cunt fluttering around the barely-there intrusion.

"I think my baby deserves a threat, don't you?" She says it like a question but Vale is already pulling Bez's panties to the side.

"Yes! Yes please," Bez is already canting her hips trying to take Vale's fingers now when she remembers, "Please mommy."

"So polite bimba."

Two of Vale's fingers slide in as easy as breathing. They're longer then Bez's fingers, a little thinner too, but she's never been able to reach as deep as Vale can even with the leathers forcing her to bend her wrist at an awkward angle. And Bez rocks against her, trying her best to ride them. The heel of her hand only brushes against Bez's clit as she fucks herself on Vale's fingers. Little glancing touches that feed the molten heat inside her.

Bez knows that some girls can cum just from fucking, has heard Mig talk about it at length, but she's never been one of them. But somehow this is enough for her.

The wet sounds of Vale's fingers in her cunt pushing her closer and she can feel it coiling in her spine. Her toes curl in her boots as Vale crooks her fingers, rubbing against something that makes Bez's thighs shake. And she cums, her cunt pulsing around Vale in waves, sucking at her fingers as if she could take her in deeper. She fucks Bez through it, holds her as she bucks into her touch. Every curl of Vale's fingers sending a new wave of pleasure through her.

Vale pulls out and she cries at the feeling of being suddenly empty. When she rubs over Bez's clit, the heel of her hand pressing against the impossible fullness of her bladder, her cries turn into wordless hitching moans. It comes spilling out of her before she can warn Vale. Her rough fingers pull the hood of Bez's clit back as her cunt pulses and Bez is cumming again, or maybe she never stopped, as she pisses herself.

Bez can feel the fresh heat soaking through her leggings as Vale resumes working tight mean circles over her clit. Unlike before it comes in bursts and starts as Vale fucks everything out of her. Every time Bez thinks she done, finally empty, Vale manages to pull another gush out of her.

She sags back against her when Vale finally decides she's done. Her head is blissfully empty of anything that isn't her pussy throbbing between her legs or Vale stroking Bez's messy curls off her sweaty face with her clean hand. She lets the sweet tone of Vale's voice wash over her, too tired to focus on what she's saying as she pulls Bez over to the low wooden bench in centre of the locker room.

Bez ignores the rapidly cooling wetness that squeezes out of her leggings and into her leathers when she sits down as Vale kneels in front of her. She wraps her hand around Bez's ankle and squeezes gently as she starts on her boots. Vale's curls flop over her eyes, and Bez pushes them back for her. Her fine curls shot are shot through with streaks of grey, but they're still softer then Bez's. When she lets go they flop back into her face, messier now that Bez has run her fingers through them.

Vale makes quick work of the first and lets Bez's foot, still encased in her wet sock, rest on her thigh as she works on the second. Glancing up at Bez she smiles indulgently as she finds the zipper hiding on the sides of Bez's leathers and unzips them with practised hands. No one has done this for Bez since she was a child and couldn't be trusted with doing it properly, which is the only reason she blushes as Vale tucks her boots neatly beneath the bench before she stands.

"Do you need more help?"

"No."

Bez is embarrassed that she had sat there uselessly not even trying to strip out of her wet and increasingly cold leathers.

"Good. Leave your leathers here and go shower off."

She nods then freezes as Vale reaches out tucks a stray curl behind her ear. Bez leans into her hand on instinct, her eyes flutter closed and Bez almost misses the small smile that curves across her lips. Vale pulls her hand back but she stays, watching as Bez struggles to shrug out of her leathers. She doesn't make to leave until Bez has stripped down to just her sports bra (only a little damp with sweat) and her socks (sopping wet). Bez's leathers are lying stiff and dripping across the bench and her under suit and panties are in another litte wet pile beside her.

"I'll tell everyone you're going home early."

Bez can't help her pout, she didn't expect her to stay but she had hoped.

"Oh puppy," Vale sighs like she had hoped too, "Maybe next time."