Here is another entry in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
That afternoon, I wet myself at the office where I work. I had been holding my wee in for far too long.
It started at lunch time, where I went to a burger bar for some food and drink. I drank three large cups of cola whilst chatting with colleagues. I don’t have a necessarily strong bladder, and as a result, the urge started.
While I was at my desk, I began to fidget a little. I tried to concentrate on my work, but the urge to pee got bigger. Suddenly, my fellow colleagues and myself were called into the boss’ office for an impromptu meeting. The feeling in my bladder was intense, and tried with all my willpower not to fidget.
The meeting went on for ages, and I was not getting hot and flustered. I knew that if the meeting didn’t end soon, I’ll have an embarrassing accident on the boss’ office floor. As I was feeling more hotter, I got up to get a glass of water from the vending machine and drank it down quickly. What was I doing? I needed the toilet badly, yet I was drinking this glass of water.
Soon, (at last) the meeting was over, and it was nearly time to go home… or so I thought. My boss asked me to write a couple of reports for him, which had to be handed to him the next day…. that was all I needed!
Suddenly, I felt a little pee seep into my knickers. I gasped a little and jammed one hand into my crotch. I was wearing a black skirt, so if I did let go, there would not be a problem.
I was getting desperate by now, which lead me to making mistakes on the reports I was writing on. That made it take a longer time for me to complete them, and now I was getting frantic.
I couldn’t wait any more, so I rushed to the toilets whilst holding myself, and reached a cubicle. But for some reason, I didn’t pull my knickers down to pee… what I did was to wrap my skirt around my legs, and let it flow. The pee soaked my knickers and skirt, and breathed a huge sigh of relief for letting it happen.
I looked at the huge puddle on the floor after I had finished and wondered how would I be able to get home with a wet and smelly skirt.