Here’s another update of the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
It was a sad day for all of us at work. The manager summoned us all to his office to tell us that he has to make a few of his staff redundant.
Some of the names were read out, and a shock was to come… Isla, who had only come to the workplace a few months ago was one of those who have to go. She became distraught at the decision, and so was I …. for a different reason.
I’ll never see Isla get desperate in the office again. Almost everyday, I saw her often need to pee but didn’t go to the toilet. We became very good friends, and although we didn’t get too involved in peeplay, there were times when we both got desperate and wet ourselves. I often look back to those times.
One particular incident was when we were both having dinner in a restaurant. Before we could get in, we had to stand next to a sign at the front, saying, “Queue here”. As I know, Isla likes to hold her pee in a lot.
While we were standing in the queue, at one corner of my eye, I saw her grab her crotch briefly, which normally gets me excited. As we eventually sat down at our table, Isla said that she needed to go to the toilet, so we got up to look for one.
About half an hour later, she came back and said she couldn’t find one, and I was noticing that she was fidgeting wildly by now. Soon, she was having trouble eating what she had ordered. She got up again, saying that she needed to take care of things first.
When she got up, I saw a semi-big wet patch on the back of the light purple dress she was wearing as she tried almost in vain to seek the toilet. That almost made me come in my knickers.
Later, when I got home, I wanked myself off with a dildo, thinking about Isla wetting her dress.