Here’s the latest entry in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Early one day, I needed to go to the toilet. I felt as if I was going to burst. It happened when, at our office, all the staff were summoned to the boardroom for a very, long, meeting. It was boring stuff really, about whether the company was profitable or not, and so on.
I had not been to the toilet since I got up this morning. In fact, I wanted to play a nice, secret hold-it game with myself (I bet Isla had her own game too!).
When I woke up this morning, I put off going to relieve myself and had two slices of toast to eat and drank two glasses of orange juice, then I got washed and changed, ready to go to work. The plan was to hold my pee for as long as possible. without any signs of fidgeting and desperation, only to release it at around lunchtime.
The problem was that the manager had called us all to the meeting, and I was getting extremely desperate. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, then squeezing them together. I even tried just to put my hands on my lap. I tried to think of other things in order to keep my mind off my need to pee.
Isla, who was sitting next to me, was watching me in this state and giggled silently what was supposed to be a game was slowly turning into a nightmare. My bladder was bulging and was in dire need of relief, and used all my willpower in bid to stop wetting myself. An hour into the meeting, and it felt I was going to be on the verge of losing it. I put one hand gingerly inbetween my legs. A colleague asked me what was wrong, so I repiled that I was slighly cold. Slight cold- today of all days?
Finally, I felt I couldn’t take it any more. I got the manager’s attention by raising my hand.
“What is it , Sarah?” he asked.
I panicked a little, and then asked him a silly question about the company’s future. I simply couldn’t blurt out the truth that I needed to pee so badly!
About forty minutes later, the meeting had finally finished. I rushed out of the boardroom to go tot the toilet, only to find out that when I got there, I saw the notice saying that they were closed for cleaning! Oh, no….. what was I supposed to do now?
Suddenly, I heard that there was an empty office on the next floor up, so I ran up the stairs to look for it. At this point I was holding myself through my crotch, and knew that it wouldn’t be long before I let go a hot stream of pee.
I found the empty office which consisted of just a desk and a waste paper bin, which was made out of aluminium. I grabbed the bin and took it to the corner of the room, pulled my trousers down, crouched over the bin, and started to pee with my knickers on….. what a relief! The pee soaked them and filled the bin up nicely. However, I still hadn’t finished peeing and it got right up to the rim, so I managed to halt the flow for a while. I looked for something else to put the restof my pee in… none here, so I walked to the window, opened it, crouched over the side, and let go the rest of my pee.
When I finished, I then took off my pee-stained knickers and left them in the room. I was so relieved to get it out of the way. I wonder when the next person who gets to move into the office, he might smell something rotten there…..