Here’s another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I went to my local gym earlier today. I always bring at least two bottles of mineral water as I hate having to pay over the odds for the tap variety. I love to do my exercises there…. and I also like to drink my water so I can usually get myself desperate. It doesn’t take long when I’m in the mood…
I’ve been going there a lot more often lately because I’ve seen this dishy, tall muscular man with a sexy six-pack to match. I discovered that his name is Bruce, and now he works at the gym full time after a short trial period.
I love John, but the more I think of Bruce, the more I want to get closer to him and get intimate to tell him my dirty little secret!
I often fantasize about myself and Bruce back at the gym…. beforehand, I drink a whole bottle of mineral water and change into my pink sports leotard before I go down there, and already I’m bursting for a pee. My aerobics class is about to start, and I enter a large hall with fifteen other women… the person teaching the class was…. the sexy Bruce.
Twenty minutes into a two-hour class and I’m becoming more desperate. I find it more difficult to workout properly. During a leg stretch, I briefly put a hand in my crotch in a bid to hold on. I wanted to see if Bruce was watching me getting so desperate. I decide to wait until the end of the class before I go to the toilet…. if I make it that far.
Later, I’m struggling to get even the most basic exercises right because my bladder muscles were delaying the inevitable release. I soon attract Bruce’s attention. He comes over to me and asks what is wrong. I foolishly replied that I had a problem with some of the moves. He shows me some of his moves and puts my body in position where I had to widen my legs.
I was shaking all over both with excitement of being with Bruce and my own desperation to wee. He tells me to stop, but I can’t. he innocently puts a hand on my thigh, and I briefly lose control.
A jet of wee gushed into the crotch of my leotard and left a visible stain. I’m now on the verge of wetting myself so I can hold on for a few more minutes. I suddenly let out some more wee and this time the stain got bigger. I expected Bruce to see my wet patch, but surprisingly, he went back to teaching the class.
By now I was using all my strength to stop myself from wetting. When the class had finished, I rushed to the toilets with both hands jammed into my crotch because I was about to lose control…. the wee started to dribble in regular intervals down my thighs.
I step into a cubicle, but didn’t bother to pull off my leotard and decided to wee through it, letting my thighs get soaked.
A great relief that was….. ohhhh, what a dream….