Here’s another update on the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One Sunday afternoon during the Wimbledon fortnight, some of us at the office had held our own tennis tournament in a nearby park. We had booked a few tennis courts for the afternoon. It was all for fun, and a chance to see who was really good at the game.
As it was a hot day, I felt thirsty, so I decided to take out a carton of orange juice from my bag and drink it. That felt better and I felt refreshed. I had a long time to wait for my match, so I drank some more.
I also had changed into my white tennis dress. A while later, it was my turn to play. I soon felt a twinge in my bladder, but as usual, I ignored it and felt it would go away. I must confess that I hadn’t used the toilet before leaving my flat.
I soon got on with my match, and my opponent was the deputy manager, a young man who looked very handsome, but I never fancied him. He regularly plays tennis at club level and is very fit. I was nervous because he had won the mini tournament for the last two years. I plucked up some courage and decided to make a game of it.
Most of my fellow colleagues were rooting for me as I started the match. The deputy won the first set 6-2, however I fought back to win the second set 7-6. At the start of the deciding third set, I soon felt the need to go to the toilet. What a time to need to go. I was at that point in two minds, whether I could throw the game so I could find somewhere to pee (there weren’t any toilets in this park), or if I could make the upset of a lifetime and try to beat the deputy. Stupidly, I opted for the latter.
It was 2-2 in the deciding set, and I felt that I was becoming more desperate. Between serves I was shifting around on my feet, and lost a couple of them because I simply couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to relieve myself so badly. After a while, I thought to that I would allow myself to lose the game, but the problem was that the deputy had lost a few serves as well, which set up to a more dramatic conclusion.
It was the final game, and with the deputy winning 5-4, I decided at that point to finish the game because I was at bursting point. I felt that my pee hole was about to open and was determined with all my willpower to hold it in. I soon started missing volleys, and soon the game was over. The deputy had won and I lost, but I didn’t care. I was soon looking for a place to get rid of my held-in pee.
Soon, I found a little bush in another secluded part of the park. I rushed behind the bush, lifted up my tennis dress, pulled down my knickers and let go a huge gusher on the grass. I felt so relieved to letting it all come out. I then rejoined my colleagues afterwards for a drink in the pub…. and I held my pee in there too.