Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day this week, I had to go with my manager from work to see a potential client in the north of England. That meant me getting up at around five in the morning, having a shower and changing into a black woollen sweater with a nice white t-shirt underneath and a pair of light brown trousers.
I had a quick breakfast, which consisted of a bowl of cornflakes and a glass of orange juice, then I waited for the manager to pick me up about half an hour later. He had a nice car, a silver Mercedes. The plan was to be at our destination by around ten.
About half an hour later, we entered the M1 motorway at Brent Cross, and already I felt that familiar feeling in my bladder… I couldn’t believe it. I need to go and we were nowhere near our destination. I crossed my legs and tried to think about something else. That helped for a while, particularly now as the manager and I get on well with each other, so we had a long conversation and revised on our paperwork.
A couple of hours later, I felt myself becoming more desperate, so I asked my manager when we will be stopping on the way. He replied that we would not because we had to keep to the schedule, which meant that we’ll be travelling all the way towards our destination. from that point, I knew I was in trouble. I was bursting by now and desperately needed relief. I tried not to fidget, but my shifting attracted my manager’s attention. He asked me what was the matter. I replied that nothing was wrong, explaining to him that I was cold and needed to warm myself up. He turned on the heater in the car. I had lied to him, and daren’t tell him the truth…. that I needed to pee, otherwise we would have been late for our appointment.
About an hour from our destination, I really was in trouble. My legs were crossed and tightened, and my hands were jammed inbetween them. I was also fidgeting slightly and was several times on the verge of wetting myself. I was using all my willpower possible in a bid to try holding it in. I was gritting my teeth and tried not to think about what would happen if I had an accident. I felt my pussy was about to open a few times and I was beginning to panic inside. Suddenly, I felt a little pee leak into my knickers. I was now worried that a wet spot will show on the bottom of my trousers and wanted to get frantic, but I didn’t want to continue attracting the manager’s attention.
Soon, we had reached our destination. We had parked outside a factory on an industrial estate. I told myself that I had to pee… now. So when we met the client, I asked for a toilet. I soon rushed to the toilet, but when I got there, I saw that the cubicle was dirty. It may not have been cleaned for a while. I stood outside the cubicle by holding myself so tightly and jumping on the spot wondering what to do. In the end, I had to go inside, pull down my knickers and trousers, sat on the toilet and let go a large jet of pee. I was so relieved to let go, although I made a habit of not wanting to pee in strange toilets. It was worth it though as the firm eventually won the contract from the client.