This is the latest entry in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
That night, I went down to the pub with my boyfriend John and a few of our friends. It was a rare night out with him, so I was determined to make the most of it. We had one pint of lager each.
Soon, we saw an empty pool table and spent most of the night playing the game, talking, and messing about in general.
I had one game with a friend who offered me another pint of lager. As I was feeling hot with the pub packed with people, I got the glass and drank it down almost immediately and continued playing on.
After a couple of games, I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder. At time point, I felt it was time to play my secret holding it game again, this time in front of John. I was wearing a black dress, so any leakage I could make could not be seen.
I sat down next to John and chatted all night, never bothering to use the toilet. John and our pals went to go in intervals, but as I’ve always hated going to the toilet, I wanted to hold on.
Soon, that urge continued to grow and by then I jammed one of my hands down my crotch through my black dress and crossed my legs. The pressure was so great, but I didn’t want to give in.
“Are you alright?” John asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I was not okay, and if I don’t go soon, I would wet myself there and then, embarrassing him and our friends.
“Look, it’s obvious that you need the loo, now go!” John said.
“I’m okay!” I replied.
“I don’t care, I don’t want to see you wetting yourself in here,” John said back.
Suddenly, I felt a little wee seep into my knickers. I gasped a little, got up from my chair and rushed to the toilets. However, when I got there, something stopped me from using a cubicle to pee. The toilets looked disgusting… how many people were expected to use them? I bet there were some bursting bladders out there. There I was, standing outside my own cubicle, holding myself with dear life. I eventually walked back to my boyfriend.
“Did you go?” he asked.
“Yes, I did,” I replied.
“Well, let’s go then. I’ve got to get up early in the morning,” he ordered.
“Do you have to?” I asked, mournfully.
“Sorry, I know it’s Sunday tomorrow, but I’ve got things to do,” he replied.
Somehow, I don’t know how I managed to get to our place. The journey wasn’t so far, but it just seemed to take forever if one has a full bladder! John realised that he needed to pop down to the 24-hour store to get a packet of cigarettes. That made me rush to the bathroom, sat down over the bowl and began to start peeing in my dress. I sighed with relief as the urine soaked the shiny material.
The ecstasy took over me for a few moments. I was then startled with a knock on the door. It was John.
“Hey, hurry up love, I need to wee!!”
“Out in a moment,” I called back with a laugh. The problem now was how I could get out without John seeing my wet patch.