Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Ohhhhh….. I really need to go to the toilet. I’m sitting at my desk at work thinking about the wonders of desperation and having an extremely full bladder, and finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my duties because of a desperate need to relieve myself.
I’ve made several errors already in the letter I had to type up. My manager has continually asked me when I would be finishing the letter. I was thinking of dashing to the toilet right now, but fear of the manager kept me virtually stuck to my desk.
Moments later, I’ve finally finished the letter to give to my manager. He accepted it, so I thought I would finally nip off to the toilet when a fellow colleague called me over to her desk to deal with a problem she had. Serves me right for drinking so much coffee during the day. the waistband of my knee-length skirt was tight all around with all the liquid inside me as I wildly fidgeted. Dealing with my colleague’s problem was more serious than I thought, therefore further delaying my need to empty my bulging bladder.
Suddenly, and without warning, I squirted a little wee. I bend over and cross my legs in a bid to halt the flow. To my horror, I felt more wee trickle down one leg. I desperately tightened my bladder muscles finally to get the flow under control, but that may be temporary, because next time, I may not be able to stop it…
Then my manager calls me over to his office. Oh, no, that’s all I needed. That means I’ll probably be in there for a long time…. and I won’t be able to last at least ten minutes. I had to sit with my tightly crossed legs and continued to fidget. My manager asks me to stop, but I couldn’t.
Without warning, I squirted some more wee. I flex my bladder muscles yet again, but kept letting go, slightly dampening the bottom of my skirt. I’m in real trouble now…. here I was in my manager’s office, dying for a wee, leaking in my skirt and on the verge of letting go fully, which would be very, very embarrassing.
About half an hour later, the meeting ended, so I swiftly leave the office to go to the toilet. However, when I reach the very place I thought I could get some much-needed relief, the door is locked with a sign saying, “Closed for cleaning” on the front. I briefly grab myself through my skirt and bend double. My face begins to sweat, and wonder whether to find another toilet or else I’ll have an unplanned accident.
I go back to my desk to sit down and try to get on with my work, but I find it even harder to concentrate than ever before. I put on hand inbetween my legs and look over to see the cleaner had finished in the toilets. He closes the door and locks it. Oh, no! I don’t know how long I can hold out.
Suddenly, I feel a surging spasm go through my body, and I squirt some more wee, this time soaking my knickers. I’m so desperate now and on the verge of wetting myself. I frantically left my desk to go out of the office. I accidently squirt some more wee into my knickers and I had to find somewhere to go before I really lose control, so I found an alleyway nearby, looking to see if there was anybody around.
I quickly lifted my skirt, pulled down my damp knickers and crouched over the pavement. I then started to relax and see my golden liquid gush out of my pussy and splash onto the pavement, giving a loud groan. Ohhhhhh….. what a relief! I made sure all of my wee came out. Just as I was finishing, I was disturbed by a distant voice.
“Hey! What’s that splashing sound?”
Before I get found out, I pulled my knickers back on, straightened my skirt and returned to the office.