Here’s a new update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day this week, I met up with former colleague Isla to go to my favourite restaurant to have a meal and catch up on what she has been doing since she left the office.
“I’m now working as a PA to a managing director of a clothing firm,” she said. “I get paid more there than I did here.”
“Good for you, you deserve it after the way you were treated,” I replied back, half jealous. I wished that I could have had a good job like hers. The reason for that was partly I liked my current job so much.
Suddenly, I dropped a knife on the floor. When I reached down to pick it up, I looked briefly under table to see one of Isla’s hands tucked inbetween her legs. They were crossed tightly and she was beginning to rock a little bit. I started to get slightly aroused.
“Are you okay down there?” Isla asked. That brought me back to the real world.
“Er,… nothing, I just dropped this knife,” I said, hurriedly put the knife back on the table.
After about half an hour, Isla showed signs of rocking a bit, and my arousal returned. She stopped eating and drank a glass of white wine. I’ve noticed that while she becomes desperate, she tends to drink more fluid. We continued talking when she suddenly let out a huge scream.
“AAAGGGHHH!”
She got up and rushed to the toilet, holding herself through the yellow dress she was wearing. A lot of the people on the other tables were stunned by Isl’a scream and turned to us. I felt slightly embarrassed. When I saw her come back to the table, I was shocked to see a wet patch the size of a tennis ball had formed when she was holding herself. I always wanted to see Isla for the fact that I like to see her get desperate and wanting to pee. I couldn’t concentrate on talking to her after seeing her wet herself slightly, and I was having my regular daydream about seeing her in pee-stained clothes.
Later, after we finished our meal, we decided to walk to my flat as I didn’t live that far.
“I-I’m sorry Sarah, I need to go again,” said Isla in a schoolgirlish voice. she had been holding herself with both hands now.
“I know this alley where it’s dark and nobody will see,” I replied.
“No way!” she snapped. “I’m not doing it in some alleyway!”
The situation Isla was in meant that she had very little choice. Suddenly, a couple of streets from, she let out another scream, “AAAGGGHHH!!!” She then stood on the spot, with her legs widened and hands in her crotch, she started to pee. I saw the pee soak through her dress and splatter onto the pavement. It seemed to take forever for her to relieve herself.
Ah, that’s better,” she said.
I couldn’t say anything. I was looking at the wet crotch on her dress. We later arrived at my flat to get Isla cleaned up, and I was tempted to ask her if she gets excited like me about wetting herself, but all she wanted to do was to go to bed.
Oh well…. at least John wasn’t here…. he’d be angry about this.