The next update on the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
It’s two days to go before I go on holiday. I’m going to New York with John, who’s managed to get the same time off as me. I’m grateful for that… but not for the obvious reason.
I won’t be able to get desperate and wet while I’m on holiday. I’ll have to remain dry throughout. I can’t always break a habit of a lifetime, but I’ve got to do it, even if it is for my lovely boyfriend.
I like to pack my things into my suitcase in advance, so that I don’t leave things until the last possible moment. Yesterday, I started packing the last of my things… after spending a few hours working out about which stuff to take. I had also drank three mugs of coffee, which after a while made me need to pee.
I ignored it, and carried on, with the pressure growing in my bladder. I even held my crotch through the black jeans I was wearing in brief intervals in a bid to prevent any pee coming out. I later couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. I was getting the wrong things for my suitcase because of my more important desperate need.
Suddenly, my telephone rang, so I answered it. I was now holding myself very hard while I was speaking. Ten minutes had passed, and I was now frantic. I was jigging all over the place, and my hand was now in my crotch permanently now. I knew I was on the verge of wetting myself, but again I wanted to hold it until I got most of my things packed in my suitcase.
That was a big mistake….. I soon let out a significant gush of pee which soaked the crotch of my jeans. I stopped everything and grabbed myself with both my hands, but the pee continued to soak my panties and jeans. In the end, I just gave up and let it all go. The jeans were saturated as I peed for about minute, it seemed like ages.
I put my hands inside the wet jeans to feel my wet pussy and I rubbed it furiously until I had a delicious orgasm….