Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Last week, John and I went to this Christmas dance at the local nightclub. We paid for the tickets in advance, and desperately wanted him to be there with me, because he will be going away to spend the holidays with is family from the 20th. He’ll be away until at least January 6th.
We got to the nightclub in our best gear. I was wearing a long purple dress with multi-coloured sequins all over. John was wearing a smart, black tuxedo. We had to wait in the queue for at least 45 minutes in the freezing cold, and now I needed to go to the toilet.
I did go before we left home, but if sometimes I’m out in the cold, even for around half an hour or so, I would become desperate to pee. I clenched my legs together and walked in slow paces whenever the queue moved a little. Eventually, we got inside, and both headed straight for the bar. We immediately got our drinks and I forgot my need to go for a while.
We then went onto the dance floor and did our moves. I can’t remember having a greater time than tonight, as we haven’t gone out for ages, and it felt like we were getting together for the first time.
When we finished dancing, we went back to the bar and had another drink, and by that time, that familiar feeling in my bladder came back. I tried to cross my legs tightly and tried not to fidget for a while. I didn’t want to wet myself, so I told John that I was going to the toilet and decided to get up and look for one.
However, when I got there, a long queue of ladies were standing there waiting to empty their bladders. At times like this, I do envy men when they only have to just to go up towards a urinal, open their files and bring out their penises to pee without sitting down, in contrast to us having to pull either our knickers and trousers down or lift our dresses up when we need to go.
Suddenly, I felt a little pee leak into my knickers. I panicked, not only because I was on the verge of wetting myself, but also John would probably disown me if he knew. So I found a dark corner in the nightclub in case I couldn’t been by other people. When the coast was clear, I widened my legs a little, so to not get my dress wet, and relaxed my aching bladder.
I felt the pee soak my knickers and when I looked down on the floor, I could see a small puddle beginning to form under me. It was a hell of a relief letting it go. My knickers were drenched, but my dress was not, and I went back to see John at the bar.
He asked me where I had been. I told him the truth… up to the bit when I wet myself in a dark corner of the club. I sure got away with it this time.