Here’s another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day, I met up again with ex-workmate Isla, who had a worse reputation than me for getting herself desperate and wetting herself.
We went to a bookshop to browse and have a look at some of the latest fictional novels. Isla went to the erotica section to see if there were any books that contained watersports content.
While browsing, I noticed that Isla was fidgeting and sometimes pushed one free hand inbetween her legs… that was getting me aroused. I’ll bet that she was noticing me looking at her. For ten minutes, I saw her look through several erotica books, crossing her legs, moaning constantly and sometimes grabbing her crotch. It was was very difficult for me to avert my gaze…. she always looked sexy when she got desperate. Suddenly, a shop assistant walked up to her.
“Madam, if you need to go, the toilets are at the back of the shop,” she said.
Isla’s face blushed and felt embarrassed for a moment. “It’s okay, I-I- c-can hold it!” she stammered.
The confused shop assistant walked away, shaking her head. I walked up to Isla.
“Look, you’re in trouble, find a book and I’ll pay for it, you can settle up with me later,” I said.
“N-n-no, I’m okay, honest, I need to look through some more books,” she replied, and continued to browse for books whilst becoming more desperate. I wanted to buy a certain book, but I was spending more time looking at Isla’s condition…. she looked at that stage that she was seriously going to wet herself at any moment.
I just managed to find the book at I wanted and went to pay for it. Isla, by now waiting at the front of the shop, was now in a terrible desperation state. She was now bending double, crossing her legs and grabbing herself with both her hands. I was not only so concerned for her, but also very turned on.
“Isla, go and use the toilet in the shop,” I said softly.
But it was too late. Isla was already looking down at her legs, and could hear a large hissing sound as she started wetting herself. The rivulet of pee was forming beneath her, and ran like a stream towards a drain outside. several shoppers watched her more in amazement than disapproval. The shop assistant stared open-mouthed at what Isla was doing. She must have peed for more than a minute, and when it finished, she gave a relieved sigh. Both of us had to make a hasty exit from the shop, just in case somebody had called the police.
I felt so turned on about what she had done that back at the flat, I rushed straight to the bathroom to masturbate. As I climaxed, I started to release jets of pee into the bath and felt much better.