Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
My first day in New York City. We will be staying with long time friends Katie and Mike, who both moved out here three years ago when Mike got a job on Wall Street.
We did our normal greetings and just sat around in their apartment for a while. It was huge and it overlooked the famous Central Park. Mike goes jogging there every morning and loves it. John and I were expected to stay in today to recover from the jetlag, but our hosts had other ideas. They asked us to go to Central Park with them, just for a wander.
We had crossed the road from our apartment building into the park, and it certainly seemed huge. Most of it reminded me of Hyde Park in London, with a set of roads running through it, and part of it was landscaped. We got our colas from the nearest vendor and drank them while we were walking around.
We were there for an hour when suddenly I felt the need to pee. I knew I couldn’t play my hold-it games in front of John and our friends, so I asked them where the nearest toilets were. Katie replied that they were on the other side of the park… too far for me, but I wasn’t bursting badly…yet.
Another twenty minutes later, I was by now walking on tip toe, trying not to attract the attention to myself, but the need to go was rising by the moment. We stopped for a while to look at some monuments and took some photographs. While the others were talking, I was getting agitated. I needed to go, but I wanted to concentrate fully on keeping still, and not show signs. We then walked further into the park, and by then I was beginning to panic. I was curtsying while walking, and mumbling to myself, biting my lip as I do so.
We soon got back to the apartment, and I was now very desperate to pee. For some reason, I only went straight to the bedroom to get changed, and by the time I got to the bathroom, Katie was in there having a shower! I went to the living room and sat down on this lovely black leather sofa. As the boys were in the kitchen, I had to jam both my hands between my legs and crossed them tightly. I was beginning to enjoy the desperation, and wanted to hold it in all day.
I was nearly on the verge of wetting myself when Katie eventually came out of the bathroom. I immediately rushed in there, pulled my pants down and let go a massive gush of pee into the toilet. Ohhh, what a relief! I needed to go so badly, but was afraid to tell the others of my desperate need. I promised earlier to myself not to play hold-it whilst on holiday, but now, I thought, where should I get myself desperate?