Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Today, I had wet myself bigtime… outside my own place. It started when I was returning home, I found out that I left my door keys at work, which meant that I would be locked out of the flat.
As it was upstairs, I knew I had to wait for someone to open the outer doors to let me in so I can wait for John.
Around an hour later, nobody had come to open the doors and I was needing to go badly. I was wearing my white blouse and black trousers, so if anything did happen, nobody would notice any tell-tale stains. Suddenly, a neighbour of mine came to open the outer doors.
“Hello Sarah, what are you doing out here?” she asked.
“Sorry, I left my keys at work,” I replied.
“Then you should come in for some tea,” she said, and we went to her flat for a chat. The time at the flat nearly briefly made me forget my need to pee.
After a while, the neighbour said that she needed to go out, so I had to leave. After saying our goodbyes, I went to the door of my flat and waited. At this time, I felt the extra cups of tea get into my bladder, and then I began to fidget.
Now it was around 8pm, and still no sign of John, and I was now crossing and squeezing my legs together in a bid to hold my pee. A while later, I began to start holding my crotch through my trousers. I was so desperate that I felt that if I took my hands away, I would’ve wet myself there and then.
After a while, I felt I knew I wasn’t going to make it, so, I relaxed my bladder muscles, and started to let go. The pee soaked my knickers and seeped through my black trousers, running down my legs to form a puddle underneath them. It only took around a minute, but it seemed like ages, and I felt so excited about it, I briefly rubbed myself to get a small and silent orgasm.
Eventually, John had come back and saw the wet pee puddle on the floor.
“Good grief, some people are so disgusting!” he said.
I didn’t reply… because I knew it was my puddle!