Here’s another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
That day was extremely busy at the office where I work. We had won more contracts recently, which meant there was a lot more work for all of us.
For the last few weeks, I had been racing around the office, working away only to catch short-ten-minute breaks during each day, which often meant that I often didn’t have time to go to the toilet, and it became almost routine for me to arrive home absolutely bursting to pee.
As I mentioned earlier, it was a very busy day. I woke up as usual, had my breakfast, got washed and changed. I decided to wear a yellow blouse with black trousers over a white bra and knickers. I forgot to use the toilet because I was so busy getting ready for work.
When I got to the office, the manager gave me a lot of paperwork to do. I groaned at first, but decided to get on with it as being busy often made my day go faster, in my opinion.
After about half an hour, I felt the need to go to the toilet. I crossed my legs and tried to continue my work, and began to fidget on the seat under my desk. Suddenly, my manager had called me over to his office to dictate a letter. I knew I should’ve gone to the toilet beforehand, but I just stopped what I was doing and got a notepad and pen from my desk.
I sat down on the chair on my side of the manager’s desk as he started his dictation. I found it very difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. I was continuing to fidget and squirm on the seat and kept on making mistakes whilst writing his words down on paper. He saw what I was doing and asked me what was the matter. I stupidly replied that I was alright when I knew I clearly was not. It was only around ten in the morning and already I was bursting to go.
After another half an hour, the dictation was finished, but instead of going to use the toilet, I walked straight to my desk to type up the letter. I tightly crossed my legs and tried to control my bladder muscles. I continued holding until around lunchtime… these days I often get a small sandwich and a bottle of mineral water to have because I don’t have time to have a full lunch. I still managed to drink the water, despite still needing to pee.
By late in the afternoon, I had become extremely desperate, but somehow resisted the urge to go to the toilet. When I was sitting at my desk, I continued to fidget and by now pushed one hand in my crotch. If I had to get up and move around, I did so slowly to prevent myself from leaking. If I was standing near the photocopier, I would do little pee dances on the spot and many of my colleagues would look at me puzzlingly. I was so desperate, but still wouldn’t do the decent thing and go to the toilet.
The evening rush home was going to be a struggle. The journey was only 40 minutes, but it seemed like 40 hours as I tried not to wet myself.
It was struggle to get back to the flat after the day I’ve had. I was surprised not to have peed already. I rushed to the bathroom to have that long-needed pee. I gave a huge sigh of relief as the pee gushed out of my pussy into the toilet bowl. That must’ve lasted around a minute, and I was very, very lucky… I may not be next time.