Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day, I was cleaning the flat because, first of all, I was bored (John is often away most of the time which means I’m on my own), and that gave me an excuse to drink a lot of water and have one of my regular monster holding sessions.
I was barely an hour into my cleaning when I heard my telephone ring. I immediately went over to answer it. On the other end was Julie, an old workmate from the office. I wanted to nip off to the toilet before we had our conversation, but it became so interesting that I almost forgot my need to pee.
However, half an hour later, my need to wee was beginning to worsen, and started to hold myself through the crotch of my jeans. The phone conversation became even more interesting that I even thought of weeing in my jeans there and then.
Suddenly, I let out a little sneeze, and felt a little wee leak into my knickers. I went over to a chair in the corner of the living room and sat down, then crossed my legs so tightly and started rocking.
As the conversation with Julie continued, so I became more desperate. I began to squirt more wee in regular intervals, dampening the bottom of my jeans. I was clinging on for dear life as I tried to stem my mini flows.
In the end, I just gave up, and gave a huge breath as I let go the rest of my wee, allowing it to flow quickly through my jeans and soaking the chair. Julie was wondering about my breath at the other end of the line. After a few moments, I gained my composure and reassured her.
At the end of the conversation, I savoured my wetness even more by slowly unzipping my jeans and sliding down into my damp pussy and started to rub it until I had a great orgasm…. just in time for John to unexpectedly come home.