Here is the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
The Bank Holiday was here, and Isla and I were on our way to the Notting Hill Carnival. The weather forecast said it was going to be a lovely warm day, so we got dressed in our skimpiest clothing.
I was wearing a short, light blue dress with a floral design, Isla was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of cut-off blue jeans. She looked so good. After having a couple of drinks and a chat, we were on our way.
When we got out of Westbourne Park Underground station, there was a great buzz around the place, and we immediately heard some of the various music on the sound stages, from reggae to calypso, and so on. We saw people dancing in the street, some were getting drunk despite being the early afternoon, and having a great time.
Isla suggested that we go to one of the sound stages nearby, so we did, and already we were being taken in by the music, as if we were in a trance. We had a couple of beers each while we were dancing with the rest of the crowd.
Suddenly, Isla had spotted two guys looking at us. We ebgan to eye each other nervously for a few moments, then they started to come over. We introduced ourselves and then resumed dancing and started to talk to them about ourselves, life universe, everything, you know.
Later on in the day, the weather had got very hot, so Isla and I had a couple more beers. After I drank the last of mine, I felt that I needed to go to the toilet. My bladder was filling up and I wanted to play a little game with myself to see how long I could hold it.
We then went to another sound stage and Isla, myself and the two gorgeous guys were paired off into a lovely, slow dance. I noticed that she was beginning to fidget slightly, and her legs were moving out of sync. She briefly touched her crotch through her jeans and was moaning slightly. I got the feeling now that she was getting desperate as well. After the dance, both of us made our excuses to the guys and looked for the toilets. They were in green portocabins and were strategically placed throughout the carnival route. We managed to find one and I rushed inside, but stopped when I saw Isla standing outside the front entrance.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“I can’t go in there, it’s dirty!” Isla replied, now with both hands inbetween her legs.
“Come on, or you’ll wet yourself,” I said.
“I can’t, not in there. I know I need to go, but not like this!” Isla said.
I was watching her intently now, she was doing curtsy and fidgeting a lot.
“Come on, let’s get back to the guys!” she said. I agreed, even though I had a problem with my own bladder.
We did eventually go to see the colourful floats with the guys, but I was worried about my bursting bladder. I needed to go so badly that I thought I would wet myself there and then, but somehow I have managed to hold on. However, Isla looked as if she was about to burst. She squeezed her legs tightly, and suddenly, I saw a small rivulet of pee leak down her inner thigh. She let go a few more drops, but the guy who was her didn’t seem to notice as he was too busy watching the floats. That did not take care of my problem . I still needed to go badly. I put my hand inbetween my legs through my dress. I had a new pair of knickers on underneath, and I wasn’t sure whether I should consider wetting them or not. Then without warning, I ran to the nearest quiet spot Iif there was any) to release my long, held-in pee. I knew that I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I did find a secluded spot, but I just couldn’t wait. I just stood there, spread my legs slightly apart, and just let go. The pee began to soak my knickers and made a huge splash on the floor. I didn’t care at that point who was coming as I was determined to relieve myself as much as possible. It must have taken about a minute to release it… gosh, I must have drank so much. I looked down at my dress… not much wetness there. I then shook my legs of any pee and rejoined the others.
Isla, meanwhile, was still wetting slowly, despite all the crowds being around. The guy she was with still watching the floats, unaware of her alleged misdeed! We had a great time at the carnival… and wet ourselves too!