Here is another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Today, I started going to college for two days a week after work. I told you previously how I couldn’t hold on whilst I was waiting to register for my courses… that was embarrassing.
No such problems getting to my class this time. My normal day had finished around five in the afternoon, so I had to be in college at six, and as usual, I didn’t go to the toilet before I left work. As a result I was dying to go when I got to my first class.
I got to the classroom, and this being a night course, all sorts of people from pensioners to teenagers were there. The teacher was an old, balding man who had a strict manner with students.
Looking across the room, I saw a rather handsome young man. He had dark hair, his face was clean shaven and he looked to have a great body. He was also wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. I sat down next to him before the lesson started. I supposed staring at him a bit took my mind off my need to pee for a while.
The lesson started and the teacher was talking to the students about the course, and as usual, I got bored. My mind wandered to the young man sitting next to me, thinking about what we would do if we were both together.
“SARAH!”
I heard that voice… it was the teacher. “Yes, s-sir?” I stammered a reply.
“What did I say earlier?” he asked.
“Er, I don’t know,” I said, my face beginning to blush with embarrassment.
“Well, pay attention, please,” he said, and carried on with the lesson.
The problem now was that I couldn’t concentrate now I felt my bladder was filling up. I crossed my legs and tried to follow what was going on. The lesson was for three hours, and should have a half-hour break inbetween. However, this teacher seldom gives breaks in any of his classes, which meant that I had to hold on longer than anticipated.
As time went on, I began to fidget and I had been crossing and uncrossing my legs repeatedly.It was approximately one hour left in the class, and now I was getting more desperate. I put one of my hands inbetween my legs and clasped them tighter than ever. I was blowing my mouth quickly and trying to hold my pee in. The man sitting next to me was concerned.
“Are you alright?” he whispered to me.
“No, I’m not. I need to go to the toilet badly!” I replied.
“You look to be in trouble,” he said sympathetically.
“I know,” I said back.
“Don’t worry, the lesson will be over soon,” he said.
How soon? half an hour left, and this time I was getting frantic, and using all my willpower to hold it in. I couldn’t write a lot down on my paper anyway, and was making too many mistakes.
Suddenly, I let out a little pee flow into my knickers without warning. I was shocked! I wanted to hold on, but not for much longer. The time seemed to go more slowly as I tried to hold on to the rest of my pee. However, more pee leaked into my knickers and began to dampen my trousers and my bottom.
At last the lesson was over, but I still had to hold on until the teacher and the other students have all left the room.
“See you next week,” said the young man.
“I will,” I replied back.
When they all went, I just gave up…..and let it all go. The pee gushed out form inside me, soaking the seat I was on and making a puddle on the floor. The sound hissed so loudly that I was worried that somebody might come in, thankfully that didn’t happen.
In the end, I sat there, savouring my wetness for a few minutes, then started to compose myself for the trip home.