Here’s another update of the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
The toilets at work are still broken down, which meant that at lunchtimes, I still had to go to McDonald’s nearby whenever I needed to pee.
But while it’s only a few minutes walk from the office, I often wait until I get so desperate, that even making such a short journey from the office feels like going through an assault course.
Here I was at my desk, repeatedly crossing my legs, squeezing them as tightly as I can and fidgeting slightly, trying to concentrate on my work. It’s very difficult, and continue to decide whether when or if I should relieve myself.
I continued to make mistakes while writing my reports because I had been focusing my attention on needing to empty my bladder. My manager comes out of his office and puts some more reports on my desk. I groan quietly at that point… just another excuse to avoid going to the toilets. I wish they were open, but I didn’t want to trek down to McDonalds every time I needed to pee.
As the day wore on, I felt myself getting more desperate, and I had already jammed one hand inbetween my legs through the black skirt I was wearing. I also did a little jump up and down in my seat. I wanted to go badly, but didn’t want to get up, so I decided to let a little pee go and wet my knickers a little, then wait until it was time for me to go home. I opened my pussy at little bit and squirted a little, but used all my strength possible to close it again. that felt good… just enough to ease the pressure on my bladder.
However, the desperation in my bladder was becoming unbearable. I wanted to pee so much, but wanted for the other staff at the office to leave first before I could do anything about it. My manager had also left the office, reminding me that I had to finish the reports before tomorrow. Thankfully, I only had a couple of short ones to do.
When the office was finally deserted, I walked gingerly to the canteen area, and sat down on one of the hard wooden chairs, crossing my legs and holding myself… and just let go. The pee rushed out almost immediately, soaking my knickers and black skirt very quickly, wetting the chair and had created a little lake under me. Nobody had caught me doing it, which was lucky for me, because the cleaners normally come in the early mornings.
I savoured the moment for a few minutes before going back to my desk. As nobody else was around, I had decided to take my knickers and skirt off and sit on my chair at the desk. I was naked from the waist down, but I liked it, in a kinky sort of way….