Here is another update on the Sarah’s Secret Diary archives.
I had an embarrassing accident on my way to work last week. It was my own stupid fault, as usual. My alarm clock rang at around 7am as normal.
I thought, as I got my clothes ready the night before, I would have an extra fifteen minutes sleep. That turned into half an hour, and by then I was now running a bit late.
I had a quick shower, then got changed into my white blouse and navy knee-length skirt. Then I put my heavy coat on and rushed to the train station.
As I waited for the trian to come, I immediately felt the need to go to the toilet. I should have gone when I was at home, but didn’t have time. I waited at least twenty minutes for a train, and when it came it was packed with commuters, with many standing up. I reluctantly got inside, as I felt I might be even later if I had wanted to wait for another one.
However, when the train entered the tunnel, it stopped. I could not believe it. I was bursting to pee, and the situation was made worse when the train driver made announcement that there would be no services on the line until further notice because somebody had fallen onto the track further down. I was now in real trouble. I was fidgeting badly by now and I was sure that people were beginning to notice my predicament.
We were in the tunnel for around thirty minutes. Obviously, I couldn’t contact the office to tell them I was going to be late. I was getting hot and bothered. I needed the toilet, but had nowhere to go to relieve myself. I crossed my legs tightly, which helped keep in the pee, but for how long?
Another fifteen minutes later, and I was heading towards crisis point. I was bending double a lot, biting my lips and hopping on the spot. I felt that I was going to be on the verge of wetting myself.
Suddenly, without warning, the train started moving again and I let out a huge shriek of joy…. unfortunately, that triggered off the emptying of my bladder. The pee just gushed out of me, soaking my knickers and running down my legs. I felt embarrassed and couldn’t control myself any more. Some of the passengers who were watching me wet myself politely moved away. As i stood in my own mess, I started to cry.
When I got to my stop, I made a hasty exit from the station and rushed to work, where I had to suffer a damp… and smelly…skirt and knickers throughout the day.