Here’s another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I had an almost embarrassing experience when I went Christmas shopping a few weeks ago. I wanted to be really generous this year, so I made the trip from home to London’s Oxford Street.
It was really cold that day, so I made an effort to cover myself up. I had put on a black sweater over a white blouse with dark blue chinos and chunky boots. I also had put on nice thermals underneath and wrapped myself in a large black fake fur coat.
But, as I was getting dressed, I felt my bladder fill up a little. However, I felt at least I could hold on until I get to the shops.
I got out of the Underground station at Tottenham Court Road and walked into Oxford Street, and as usual at the time before Christmas, the area was packed with shoppers. It was difficult walking on the pavement with all these people rushing around. I looked into several shops, but found it very difficult to get around, and already I was needing to go to the toilet now, but I tried to ignore it as I was still looking for a good few presents to buy.
I went into the famous Selfridges store, which had a lot of good things I liked, but mostly very expensive. I did see something that I thought John would like… a nice pair of durable sweaters to wear when he’s on the building site. I picked them out and went to pay for them, only to see that there were long queues of people waiting to pay for their items. Damn, I hate this time of year!.
I felt myself getting more and more desperate at this point and the queue that I was in had moved at a snail’s pace. I paced a bit on the spot to put my mind off my need. The queue was still moving slowly and I was now beginning to panic. I looked behind me to see a few steps away I saw mother with her young daughter. The daughter was in an advanced state of desperation, doing curtsy, and openly holding herself. She was telling her mother that she needed to pee, but was told she must wait. That reminded me of my current predicament. I felt a tug on my coat… a man standing next to me urged me to move on. The queue had moved on slowly until finally I got to the counter.
Unfortunately for me, there was a middle-aged woman, who tried to pay for her clothes only for her credit card to be refused by the store. I was in agony and now crossed my legs tightly, which seemed to help… but for how long?
The woman had started to argue with the young male store assistant. I felt very sorry for the man who trying to deal with her problem, but she didn’t want to know and soon, a senior member of staff was sent to the counter. Suddenly, I heard a splash… I looked behind me to see that the young girl had started to wet herself. She had stood on the floor with her legs wide open and let go. Her mother scolded her for it and had to take her to the toilets to clean up. I still couldn’t leave the queue because I was behind the argumentative woman, but I really needed to pee. I still crossed my legs and began to bend slightly at the knees. I was on the verge of wetting myself, which would be very embarrassing. I was holding my bladder muscles with all my might.
Suddenly, the woman decided angrily to walk away without paying for her items. I soon paid for my things, and then made a mad dash to the store’s toilet. When I got inside a cubicle, I struggled to get my coat off and pull my chinos down to my ankles and sat over the pan, suddenly unleashing my long held-in wee…. It was hell of a relief to let it all go, and I must have peed for around a minute. I stayed in the cubicle for longer than I wanted, then cheerfully continued my shopping. I didn’t need to go again for most of the rest of the day.