Here’s another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I had a nasty experience recently when I went to my colleague Meg’s wedding. I woke up on the morning of the wedding and went to the kitchen to have a bowl of cornflakes, two slices of toast and a large glass of orange juice for breakfast.
There was plenty of time before the wedding, so I went to the living room to do a little bit of tidying up. John was supposed to come with me, but as usual, he pulled out at the last moment, claiming that he had to work that day. He could have just told me that he didn’t want to go.
I just finished my tidying up when I got that familiar twinge in my bladder. I decided to play hold it even though at the back of my mind I felt that I should not. I had showered and got changed into a plain silky lilac coloured dress with a few sequins on the front. As usual, I took a bit of time getting ready (most women are like that). I then left the flat without emptying my bladder, even though that it may be a long time before I could get to a bathroom.
I got a ride in a taxi that I booked earlier to get to the church where the wedding was held. There were guests still trying to get in…how many people did Meg invite? The start of the service was delayed by around twenty minutes, and by that time, I start to get really fidgety. When I sat down and looked at the order of the service, I was shocked to it was to last for around 75 minutes. At this point, I needed to go badly.
The service finally began and I could not keep still. I was repeatedly shifting on my bum and was getting very nervous. An old man sitting next to me asked if there was anything wrong. Foolishly, I told him that the wooden seats were uncomfortable. That’s a lie! At times when I had to sit down, I crossed my legs so tightly, which helped a bit. However, the longer the service went on, the more desperate I became, and was fidgeting quite badly. I was getting disapproving glances from some people sitting in my row, which caused a little embarrassment.
Soon the service was over. Meg had got married to a wonderful guy called Doug. I was going to look for the bathroom when some person held my arm and asked me to join in the photo session. I had no choice but to do it, even though I was virtually on the verge of wetting myself. When posing for the photos, I could not stand still. I slid one hand between my legs and grabbed my crotch discreetly so that nobody else could see. I was holding with all my might, but I soon felt a little spurt of pee in my knickers. I began to panic… If I couldn’t get to a toilet within the next five minutes, I’m going to embarrass myself in front of all these people.
Fifteen minutes later, the photo session was over. I had dashed back to the church holding myself, and didn’t acre who was watching me at that point. When I got there, the doors were locked… I was frantic and searched for a possible private place to relieve myself. I felt more pee seeping into my knickers…. I was in trouble now, and if I had delayed any longer, I would have a wet dress.
I was holding with all my willpower, but it wasn’t enough… I had let out a huge spurt of pee, which then started to trickle down my legs. I grabbed myself instinctively, but it was too late. the pee began to soak my knickers and the front of my dress and soon made a puddle underneath me. My face went bright red and was clearly embarrassed to see my dress wet.
Suddenly, the old man who sat next to me earlier saw of my predicament and showed some sympathy. I expected a lot of scorn, but he was okay. We stayed with each other and talked all night at the wedding reception.