Here’s another update from the Sarah’s Secret Diary archives.
My toilet at home had broken down a couple of days ago, and I had to call a plumber to fix it. This meant that I would have to go elsewhere if I needed to pee.
Normally, my first instinct when I get up was to go to the toilet to let go my long, held-in pee, but I realised that I couldn’t do that. I had to hold myself through my white nightie while I walked to the kitchen to have my breakfast.
I had a couple slices of toast, some cereal, and a glass of orange juice. While I was having that, I crossed my legs tightly and began fidgeting. I wanted to pee so badly, but I was also excited at the fact that I was becoming desperate. I like playing this game while my boyfriend John is away working.
I phoned my workplace to tell them that I was sick (of course I wasn’t) and made my excuses, then I waited for the plumber to come. Thankfully, he did arrive to fix the toilet. Looking at him, he looked extremely attractive. He was a stocky build, had small brown hair, blue eyes, and his face looked like Brad Pitt’s. He asked me where the broken toilet was and I lead him to it. Me looking at him made me, for a while at least, forget about my desperation.
The plumber was working away when I asked if he wanted a cup of coffee. He said that he would like one, and so I walked back to the kitchen, again, holding myself.
I took up a cup to the handsome plumber, shaking along the way. He started sipping it and then looked at me in my predicament, asking me what was wrong. I replied by telling him the truth… that I needed to pee badly, and unless he fixes the toilet soon, I would wet myself. He took pity on me and tried to get on mending the toilet. I continued to cross my legs and fidget while watching him intently.
A few moments later, I went to my bedroom to change into a black t-shirt and sky blue jeans. Underneath I was wearing matching white bra and knickers.
The pressure in my bladder was getting unbearable, and I asked the plumber if had finished fixing the toilet, but he replied that he hadn’t. I was now bursting badly, and was already using up most of any reserve muscle strength that I had to prevent myself from wetting.
However, I eventually couldn’t take it any more. I felt a little pee seep through my knickers and run down my inner thighs. I immediately grabbed myself at that point with both my hands and tried to clench my bladder muscles, but more pee kept seeping out like a small stream. In the end, I just gave up, and when I relaxed completely, it gushed out harder and my jeans were soaked instantly. A pool had formed under my legs.
Suddenly, to my embarrassment, the plumber shouted out that he had fixed the toilet. Oh dear… if only I was able to wait a few minutes longer….