Here is another archived update in Sarah’s now-defunct blog.
I was sat at home by myself again because John wanted to go out with his mates. I wasn’t very happy with that, so I decided to go and rent a movie from the video store. I often hated going there to get a movie because they stock too many adult titles.
When I got there, a long queue of people had been waiting to be served because one customer had got irate with the store worker at the counter. I waited around fifteen minutes, then felt a slight need to go to the toilet. I thought the problem would be resolved soon, so I waited.
However, the argument between the customer and the store worker intensified, and the rest of us had to wait. There were about fifteen people ahead of me, and to make things worse, my need to wee was growing steadily. I started pacing on the spot, not just because of my slight desperation, but also because my legs felt a bit dead, and needed some blood circulating inside.
Twenty minutes later, the pressure in my bladder continued to grow, and this time I really needed to go. I earlier drank at least three mugs of coffee, but I didn’t bother covering myself and caught a slight chill, so causing the fluid to surge through inside me.
Eventually, the irate customer got what he wanted, and I thought it was a relief, but a second customer had asked the store worker to look for an obscure title, claiming that they had it in stock. My desperation grew worse by the moment. I was pacing on the spot more readily and started to prance a little bit. I felt my stomach to touch the rounded edge of my full belly, which I was desperate to empty, but not in the shop.
After another twenty minutes, I started to fidget and cross my legs, and I felt that I was getting some unwanted attention from some of the male customers behind me- perhaps they knew that I needed to wee and were hoping that I would lose it in the store.
The queue had started to move eventually, slowly, but by now I had seriously needed to go to the toilet. I looked around to see if there was one in the store. I did see one, but it had the OUT OF ORDER noticed posted on the door. I had to remain in the queue in order to get what I wanted from the store, but I was so concerned about needing the toilet that I almost forgot what title I had asked for. I continued to fidget and prance, then holding myself briefly a few times, and started to bend double openly. I was wearing black trousers, so in the event of a wetting the patch wouldn’t show so much.
Finally, I was going to be served at the counter, but without warning a small jet of wee started to dampen my knickers. I immediately grabbed myself, but another jet of wee leaked into my knickers, dampening them further. I tried to stem the small jets whilst I was being served by the store manager. He asked me to wait a few moments while he searched for the title I had asked for. I was at point beyond caring who was watching me because I needed to wee so badly, and was still squirting in small intervals, which was now soaking my knickers and trickling slowly down my inner thighs.
A few minutes later, the store manager got me the title I had ordered, but in my haste to leave, my purse slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor, complete with coins which were scattered throughout a wide area. I bent down slightly, which put substantial pressure on my bladder. To my amazement, nobody came to help me pick up my coins- they were probably waiting for me to wet myself!
Thankfully I didn’t, and soon I paid for the title then walked out of the video store. Somehow, I knew I wasn’t going to make it, so I walked to a nearby alleyway, stood on the spot with my legs slightly parted, and relaxed my aching bladder to release the rest of my wee, letting the urine soak my trousers thoroughly.
I waited until I got rid of all the liquid before shaking my trousers. I looked at the damp patches on my inner thighs before I walked back to my flat.