Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
This week, I had wet myself three times, all of them whilst going to my local supermarket to do some shopping.
On the first occasion, I only went in to get some bread and milk as I ran out of them and John wanted some toast. I rushed out of the flat despite the fact that I needed to pee badly. I thought that I would be in and out in no time. How wrong I was.
The supermarket had been very busy that day, and there had been long queues at the checkouts. By the time I got to a queue, I was bursting. As I couldn’t hold myself, I resorted to pacing on the spot. It took around half an hour for the queue to move.
There was an old lady in the front of me at the queue… worse luck! when her items were cleared, she took ages to look for her cash in her purse. I was about to burst, getting all hot and bothered and my fidgeting was getting wilder by the moment.
Unfortunately, I used up all my willpower and lost control. The pee forced itself out like a jet, soaking the cream-coloured trousers I was wearing. the stain was getting more visible for the shoppers to see. I felt embarrassed and had to walk home in my drenched trousers.
The second occasion was when I went back there to do my regular weekly shopping. Again, when I got there, I was bursting to go. I hadn’t been to the toilet since I got up earlier and wanted to play hold-it with myself, but the pressure on my bladder became uncomfortable.
I had rushed around the supermarket to get the food items. Suddenly, I felt see pee seep into my knickers, making me stop and bend double. I stayed in that position for a few moments. A store assistant came up to me and asked if I was alright. I replied bluntly that I needed to go to the toilet badly and told her of my plight. She took pity on me and led me to the back of the supermarket where only staff are allowed, and said I could use their toilet. I felt so relieved.
But when I got to the door, it was locked. I banged my fist on it several times in desperation, but it was too late… the pee which had seeped down my legs quickly became a flood… and I wet myself totally. The store assistant felt very sorry for me and took to their canteen where I could get myself cleaned up.
The third occasion was when I got talking to a friend of mine near the cheese section. Of course they have to be refridgerated, and as a result, I caught a chill, which after a short while, made me want to go to the toilet. I began to fidget whilst having an interesting conversation with my friend. we had been there for a while when we realised what the time was, so we said our goodbyes and carried on shopping.
By now, I was bursting again. I was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and I knew I would be in trouble if I wet myself again. I managed to get all my shopping done and rushed out of the supermarket to walk home.
However, as soon as I reached the front door of my flat, I couldn’t find my keys. I began searching for them… then I thought I may have left them at the supermarket. I needed to pee badly, but couldn’t get into my flat, so I dropped my shopping and rushed back to the supermarket where I was able to find my keys.
However, as I turned to go home again, I suddenly began to spurt pee into my knickers. I gasped and tried to run home as fast as I could. When I reached my front door, I tried in vain to open the front door only to realise that they weren’t my keys after all.
In the end I just gave up and started to wet myself. The pee seeped through my kinckers and flowed down my legs. Luckily, John wasn’t around to see what I had done, otherwise he would have got angry with me again.