Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
John was home for the weekend, which meant that I couldn’t indulge in some wet fun….or could I?
If I wanted to play hold it when he was around, I did my usual stuff, namely drinking as much water or soft drink as possible. I don’t drink alcohol as I want to remain in control when I’m desperate. Then I often try to hide my fidgeting from him.
I nearly always succeeded. I often wore a skirt, so all I do is go to the toilet, lift it up, and then pee fiercely into my knickers. That often feels great, and then I sit for a few moments savouring my drenched underwear, then sneak into my bedroom to get a clean pair…. another I can soak later!
One evening, John and I went to the local pub with Isla my work colleague (who always seems to get herself desperate), and we just drank for most of the night. I saw Isla get fidgety for a bit… she may have drank something before she left her place. She had crossed her legs tightly, and I suspected that she might become desperate.
We carried on talking and later I discreetly saw Isla put one hand inbetween her legs and crossed them again. She then started bouncing on the stool she was sitting on. John and I went to the toilet frequently, but she just sat in the stool, only getting up to buy her round of drinks from the bar.
Eventually, when she did go to the toilet, I saw a wet patch, the size of a tennis ball, at the back of her skirt… she must have waited until she wet a little. Mind you, she does that nearly all the time, waiting until she wets.
I went to follow Isla in the toilets and she called me into her cubicle and locked the door. She sat astride the toilet, lifted up her skirt to see her already damp blue cotton knickers, and just peed, soaking them yet further.
We giggled silently to each other and then went back to John, who was wondering why we were in there for so long.