Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Yesterday, I waved goodbye to John as he goes to see his family at Christmas. I will be staying at home over the Christmas period, as I will be working in the office then.
So, my main plans are to visit my folks on Christmas Day, then I’ll meet my friend and former colleague, Isla, on Boxing Day.
I started cleaning the flat. I did all my washing, then used my vacuum cleaner on the floor. I got so busy that I became thirsty, so after a while, I stopped to take out a small bottle of lemonade from the fridge. After I drank most of it down, I returned to work.
After a while, I started to get that twinge in my bladder, but I ignored it at first and continued working. As I got more thirstier, I finished off the rest of the lemonade. That was better, except that I was getting more discomfort from the fact that I needed to go to the toilet. I continually tried to suppress my need and carried on working.
Later on, I was getting more desperate, and found it difficult to concentrate with my bladder aching for relief. I was beginning to fidget while I was working. if I had to stand for a little bit, I crossed my legs tightly to ensure that I didn’t let any pee escape. Before long, I was now bursting, and couldn’t keep still to get on with my cleaning for a single moment.
Later, I started vacuuming my living room, and at that point, I put my free hand on my crotch through the light blue jeans I was wearing and kept it there. While I was doing that, I felt a little pee seep into my knickers, which made me grab myself even tighter. I wanted to wait until I had finished vacuuming, but the pee was slowly soaking my knickers and it wasn’t going to wait for me. I realised at that point that I could not hold on any longer.
I had waited to flood my jeans when I suddenly heard the telephone ringing. When I answered it, I found it was my Mum, asking me what time I would be coming round my parents’ house on Christmas Day. I had the phone in one hand and the other holding my crotch. I was dying to let go, but I had to finish my conversation on the phone.
Pee was still slowly leaking into my knickers and I was using all the strength and willpower that I had to prevent more coming out. When I took my hand away, I looked down to see that a small wet patch had formed in the crotch area. I could have interrupted the conversation and gone to the toilet, but I was still talking to my Mum. The pee had continued to trickle down my legs, but the only thing I could do was to grab myself even more tighter than before.
In the end, I had to let go… I relaxed my bladder muscles and felt the reat of my pee soak into my knickers and jeans, making a puddle on the living room carpet. I gave a huge sigh of relief whilst doing it, making sure that Mum didn’t hear me.
I eventually finished on the phone and looked at the mess I had made. Looks like I have to wash that bit of carpet there!