Here is the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
My colleague from work, Isla and I made arrangements to go to the Notting Hill Carnival, Europe’s biggest carnival, and stay there all day. We worked out which sound systems we would go to and at which point where we would see all the colourful floats and bands.
I also arranged it because sometimes she would drink so much fluid and hold on until she was very desperate… I liked to see her in that position again.
Here we are at work again, and Isla, who is the manager’s assistant, is desperate again. She has been crossing her legs and squeezing them together when she stood up. Sometimes she would bend them a little. She was wearing a white blouse, and a knee-length navy skirt. I always get aroused when I see her, whether she’s desperate or not. I also noticed that despite her desperation, she never went to the toilet. She would spend long periods in the manager’s office without coming out for a break.
A little later, I saw Isla come out of the office, only to see a small rivulet of pee flow down her left leg. I guessed that she wanted to go badly, but most of the time she stayed in the office working with the rest of us. In discreet moments, I saw her grab herself a few times. At that point, i was getting hot and aroused, just by looking at her.
After my lunch break, I saw Isla getting really desperate. She was sitting at her desk, trying to write out some reports. She was probably finding it harder to concentrate…. so was I. Her legs were crossed tightly and was noticably fidgeting. I suspect a few of the others knew, but didn’t tell her. She was beginning to make mistakes in her work, with her desperation almost reaching fever pitch. I felt she was going to wet herself sooner or later.
Suddenly, she had got up from her desk and rushed to the toilet. As she did so, I saw a wet patch, the size of a soccer ball, on the back of her skirt. I was amazed. A while later, the manager had come out of his office and asked where Isla was. I replied that she was in the toilet. She must have spent at least ten to twenty minutes in there…. I suspect that she might be cleaning herself up. As she left the toilet to return to the manager’s office, I could still see the damp patch on her skirt.
After I got home from work, I masturbated over that incident with Isla until I had a delicious orgasm. Those arrangements for the carnival are going to be very interesting…