Here’s the latest entry in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
There was a problem today. My toilet was blocked earlier and the repairman had come to fix the problem, which meant that I was prevented from using it all day.
I didn’t pee when I got up because he was coming early. I hoped he would get it done in a couple of hours.I was fidgeting at this point and this was not lost on the repairman.
“Why don’t you use your neighbour’s toilet?” he asked
“Because of an incident last year,” I replied. “I visited her when she and her husband moved into the area, and they invited John, myself, and the rest of the people in the street to their housewarming party.”
“What happened there?” he asked again.
“Well,” I said, “We were enjoying the food and drink when I suddenly felt the need to go to the toilet. I was wearing an orange-flowered dress, and I was shy about using the neighbour’s toilet, so I just held it… and held it.”
The repairman sniggered. He must be enjoying this.
“After a couple of hours, I was bursting badly and was fidgeting a lot. John asked me what was wrong, but I said nothing to him. I’m normally a talkative person, but when I get desperate, I tend to…clam up!”
“I’ll bet you’re trying to clam up right now!” joked the repairman. I knew what he meant… about my now desperate state.
“It got to the point that I really needed to go to the toilet. I was pacing on the spot near my boyfriend who was busy talking to somebody else. In the end, I had to ask the woman where the toilet was. She replied that it was upstairs, first door on the right. I rushed there as soon as I could, but when I turned the knob on the door, I found out that it was locked… I could not believe it. I became so frantic. I jammed both of my hands inbetween my legs through my dress. I banged on the door and called the person inside to hurry up. It was a good five minutes, and if I knew the door would not open in the next minute, I would wet myself, big time. Suddenly, I felt a little pee escape into my knickers. I tried all my willpower to hold on, but it was no use. I let go some more and the pee started to flood my knickers and dress. What made it worse was that the woman who invited us over had watched me all the time and was shocked. My face blushed as she saw the puddle I was creating. because of that, we weren’t invited back over there again.”
“What a good story,” said the repairman.
“Er, you must excuse me, I must empty my bladder before it’s too late!”
I rushed to the kitchen, leapt onto the sink, pulled my trousers and knickers down and started peeing. Ohhhh… what a relief. I did it with a lot more force!