Another update of the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I was late for work today. I woke up at around 7.30 am- I’m normally up at 6.45. I was sleepy after a night at one of my friends’.
I didn’t get in until well past two in the morning. I rushed out of my bed, got washed and dressed and ran to my local Underground station to catch a train.
It was that Monday morning feeling, people being grumpy after the weekend, nobody was speaking to each other. While I was in the train, I felt I should have done something before I left home, but I couldn’t quite remember. There was also a half-hour delay due to signaling problems… and that made me even later.
I eventually arrived at 9.30, 45 minutes later than usual. My boss was slightly worried because I’m seldom late for work.
“I’ll give you the rundown of the early meeting,” he explained to me and gave me some of the information. He also gave me a mountain of paperwork to do during the day, so I may not be leaving the office for lunch.
I was doing my work when suddenly I had that familiar feeling in my bladder. I hadn’t been to the toilet since around nine yesterday evening, and I soon got this discomfort. I tried to supress my need by crossing my legs and keeping myself busy. By lunchtime however, it was getting to the fidgeting stage… I was shifting around on my seat and couldn’t keep still. My boss came over to me.
“What’s the matter… anything wrong?” he asked.
“N-no, nothing wrong, I’ve just got an itchy bum,” I lied. I dare not tell him that I needed the toilet.
Later on, I was getting more and more desperate. I was fidgeting, crossing my legs and squeezing them tightly. Getting up to use the photocopier was sometimes a problem. On one occasion, I felt I was going to lose it there and then, but somehow managed to hold on. I felt at that point that I was taking my pee pasion a little too far… I like the feeling of a full bladder, but didn’t want to tell my colleagues of my secret.
I was now making too many mistakes on my paperwork, making it longer for me to get it done. I was now extremely desperate, but I felt I couldn’t get the relief I always wanted.
“Sarah, can you stay for a couple of hours to finish those reports?” my boss asked.
“Okay,” I replied sheepishly, and after he and the other staff left the office, I grabbed my crotch with both hands, got up from my desk and rushed to the toilet. I managed to get my knickers down before letting out a huge torrent of pee. It came out like a jet, and lasted about a minute and a half.
I then sat for a further five minutes to savour the last moment before going back to my desk in the office to finish my work.