Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I reluctantly accompanied my partner John to a charity dinner organised by his employers recently. Most of the people who attended the dinner were either company bigwigs with their wives or their partners.
A handful of John’s friends were there so he had someone to talk to, but I didn’t know anyone, so while he was in deep conversation, I decided to go to the bar and get a drink.
I opened a bottle of champagne and started to gulp large quantities down my throat in regular intervals. I could normally hold my drink, but as I was bored, I became more drunk than usual and felt very light-headed. I soon finished the bottle and soon found it difficult to walk in a straight line. I then opened another champagne bottle, grabbed a glass, and started drinking some more.
Suddenly, I was approached by this very handsome looking guy. We got deep in conversation, at the same time I was repeatedly sipping more champagne from the glass. He said that his name was Kevin, who suggested we go somewhere more quiet. I agreed, and soon we walked outside towards the park nearby.
It was at that point that I started feeling that I needed a wee, mainly because of the amount of champagne I drank, also of the fact that I didn’t go to the toilet before John and I left home.
Kevin and I sat down on a park bench and became further engaged in our conversation. I decided to hold my wee, crossing my legs tightly as possible, and tried to occupy myself for a while.
After a few moments, I had started to fidget, at the same time still sipping more champagne. Kevin asked me what was wrong, but I replied that I was feeling cold… a lie, of course. I later put my champagne bottle inbetween my legs through the black dress I was wearing as my need to wee grew stronger. I told Kevin of my need to go to the toilet, but he asked me to wait as long as I could. I was shocked that he said it. He then softly confessed that was a fantasy of his to see a woman becoming desperate and on the verge of wetting herself…
I then noticed a large bulge in his trousers and became so excited that I wanted that thing inside me, so I grabbed him and looked for the nearest dark place so we can be… more discreet.
We started kissing and cuddling each other, then with one hand, I unzipped Kevin’s trousers and pulled out his now massively erect penis, beginning to stroke it; with the other hand, I lifted my dress, revealing my black French knickers, guiding his hand to rub my damp pussy through them.
Suddenly, I spasmed, and some urine leaked through my knickers. I was both desperate to wee and to have Kevin’s penis inside me. By now I started to gush, but he asked me to hold it back a bit longer. He soon pulled my damp knickers aside, slipped his penis inside me, and started pumping. I was beginning to enjoy this, in a way that this was so different from sex with John, which mostly was uneventful, but also with the added sensation of a very full bladder.
Within a few minutes, we both buckled under the strain, and my body began to buckle more as I was about to burst. We both had a delicious climax, and I started to gush through my knickers, as my wee soaked Kevin’s penis and splashed onto the ground. I had to make sure my dress didn’t get wet. I hadn’t enjoyed sex for a long time, and it took a few moments for both of us to compose ourselves before we had to return to the dinner.
John was looking for me when I had showed up. He wondered why I had a huge smile on my face. Little does he know….