Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Yesterday, was St Valentine’s Day. John and I had planned to go out to a Valentine Ball in the town centre.
John seldom takes me out because, in his job as a builder, he has to work all over the country and I don’t see him most days… which is often the reason why I like to get myself desperate and needing to go just to keep myself occupied (geddit?).
The ball was held at a nightclub called Steve’s, and we had to wear our best clothes. John had worn an excellent black tuxedu with grey trim and white shirt with a dashing red bow tie. I spent at least half an hour trying to tie it for him. I was wearing a long, sleeveless red silk dress. I had combed my hair for around an hour trying to smooth it out.
When we left our flat to get our taxi, I felt that familiar feeling in my bladder. I had a few cups of tea while I was preparing for the night… I wish I hadn’t now.
We got to the ball, and as it was cold outside, there was a long queue of people waiting to get in. I started hopping on the spot in order to forget my need to pee. John looked puzzled at me.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“It’s just cold- I want to get in,” I replied. I did lie to him, because I wanted to find a toilet to pee.
About twenty minutes later, we got in and were shown to our table. A waiter (a rather dishy one, very attractive) came over to the table and asked us what drinks we wanted. We both ordered a bottle of white wine with glasses and started drinking it. I was wanting to fidget at that point, but I knew that I couldn’t due to John being close to me and I still remember what happened on our trip to New York last year..
We then ordered the night’e meal, which was minestrone soup for starters, chicken with roast potatoes and vegetables for the main course, and a slice of chocolate gateaux for desert… and we still had some more white wine to drink.
Soon, the music was playing, and it was time to go on the dancefloor. Many people were beginning to dance closely together. I was in no mood to get up and dance because I was bursting and still hadn’t gone to the toilet all evening. But John insisted that we did.
“Aw, I don’t want to dance!” I protested.
“Come on, Sarah, I want to. Let me hold you!” and he grabbed me by both my arms and held me tight. My body and his… together. I would love to have enjoyed this moment, but there was something that I wanted to take care of. I daren’t let go because John might get suspicious.
About twenty minutes later, we were still dancing… and I was still bursting. John had gripped me very tightly towards him, putting even more pressure on my poor bladder. I started to fidget a little, ending up by making mistakes, and once I trod on one of John’s big toes.
“Oi, what’s the matter?” he shouted.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it,” I said.
He limped back to the table. I went to look for a toilet. I went out of the main hall and saw a sign marked:
TOILETS->
… with an arrow pointing in a particular direction. however, I spent five minutes looking for the toilet and it wasn’t around. I started to hold myself through my dress. I was very desperate to go and I felt I was just moments away from flooding myself.
Suddenly, I saw a door ahead. I walked to it and opened the door. It lead to some rough scrubland on the outside. I notice some bushes, so I decided to rush behind them, lift up my dress, pull my knickers down and just peed. It gushed out like a fire engine hose as I made a mini lake underneath me. It must have taken about ninety seconds to get it all out. It was a hell of a relief.
When I rejoined John in the main hall, he saw I had this huge smile on my face.
“What are you smiling for?” he asked.
“I love you John. Happy Valentine,” I replied, and we both went back to the dancefloor.