Here’s another update of the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
During the recent World Cup competition, the manager at our office had allowed staff to have some time off to watch games, on condition that we worked extra time on other days. Some of us thought that was unfair, but I looked on it as reasonable, although for obvious reasons.
If I went to a pub and had some drinks, I would have liked to get myself desperate to pee. This happened when England was playing Argentina in a first round group match.
The manager allowed staff to finish work at noon so we could go to places where the match was being screened. I got to a pub nearby and found a stool near the bar to sit down on. I then ordered a glass of beer and drank it down almost immediately. The pub soon filled with crowds of workers wanting to watch the game. I did not want to leave the stool in case I was unable to sit down again. I ordered another beer, drank it much slower this time.
The game was about to start, and already I felt a twinge in my bladder, but I felt I could hold it in until the end of the game. As the first half went on however, I was gradually becoming more fidgety… I shifted my legs at regular intervals. I was wearing a sky blue skirt and white blouse, and was worried that if I couldn’t hold it, any wetness would show. I simply couldn’t concentrate on watching the game because of my increasingly urgent need to go to the toilet.
I tucked the front of my skirt inbetween my legs, and then crossed them tightly. That felt good… the pressure on my bladder began to recede for a while. I also discreetly put one hand on the crotch area…. I like doing that when I’m desperate. A few minutes before half time though, the pressure had come back, and by now I was struggling to hold my wee in. I began to rock on the stool and couldn’t look at the TV screen.
Suddenly, people started cheering…. England had won a penalty. Captain David Beckham had stepped forward to take it. Everybody wanted him to score. He takes his steps…. he kicks the ball…goal!!! Everybody in the pub screamed with delight and excitement. I did the same thing… then I froze! I felt see pee soak my knickers and trickle down my legs. I tried to stop it, but it trickled out some more. I had to get off my stool and rushed to the toilet to pee. I managed to get inside just in time to finish off the rest of my pee. I had soaked my knickers, and felt a wet patch on the back of my skirt.I thought that some people were going to notice it, so I stayed in the cubicle for the duration of the second half.
The wet patch was drying out but still visible, so I looked out of the toilet door to see if I can walk out of the pub without anybody seeing my wet patch, but I needn’t have worried… I heard that England had beaten Argentina, and the crowd were too busy cheering to notice me.
My desperation had confused me because I hadn’t drank a lot (I normally do when I go to the pub, but not on this occasion), and that I got fidgety more quicker than normal. I now try to get myself desperate during games now.