Here is another archived update in Sarah’s now-defunct blog.
I woke up in bed the other morning to find out that I needed to wee again. I was wearing my light blue nightshirt.
John was in bed with me. I know I wanted to hold it in for a while, but I realised that I couldn’t wet myself in bed, not even a little bit, so I just grabbed my crotch very tightly and tried to return to sleep.
Suddenly, the phone rang in the hallway. John had curled his pillow to his ears to prevent himself from hearing it, so it was left to me to go and answer it. I walked across to the phone very slowly, holding myself. When I answered it, it was Sophie, a colleague from work. She asked me where I was going that day. I was planning to stay with John for our increasingly rare moments together when she had invited me to a dinner date with her husband Dave and her sister Sadie at a new restaurant that had just opened in the area.
I agreed to go, because I knew my boyfriend would certainly make some sort of excuse to not come with me if I invited him. After I put down the phone, I walked gingerly to the bathroom. I lifted up my nightdress to see my white cotton knickers and crouched down over the toilet. I relaxed my bladder a little bit to see a little wet patch spread across the gusset area. For several minutes, my attention was paid to starting and stopping the stream in repeated intervals through the knickers.
Suddenly, I got a jolt when I heard a bang on the door. It was John.
“Oi, hurry up in there Sarah, I need to poo!” he shouted.
I had to wipe myself through the knickers with the toilet paper, then when I flushed the toilet, I washed my hands to remove any trace of pee that I had. John had barged his way inside as soon as I opened the door.
Just as I predicted, John told me later that he had to go out with his friends that night, so that left me free to go to the restaurant with Sophie. I got changed into something casual, a blue-and-white striped blouse and a pair of black jeans with a pair of trainers and I was ready to go…
I met Sophie, her husband Dave, and sister Sadie at the newly-opened restaurant. Sadie was a few years younger than her sibling and with long red hair and her twinkling blue eyes, she was strikingly attractive. Unlike the other two, she had dressed quite formally for the date, wearing a dark green silk dress and put on black high heels. Another thing I noticed was that she was fidgeting a little bit. A part of me thought she may be needing the obvious, but soon forgot about it.
When we got inside, the restaurant looked bright and airy. We were soon shown to our table and soon had our starters, which included having some wine to drink. Sadie didn’t like alcohol, she preferred to have orange juice. I was surprised that while the rest of us were drinking our wine leisurely, she had already drank two glasses of juice already. After a while, she began to fidget and shift in her seat.
As the evening wore on, my attention was increasingly been focused on Sadie’s own behaviour. We were having our main course and I could see at the corner of one eye that she had put one hand under the table, whilst eating her dinner with the fork. I also noticed that she had a worried expression on her face and biting her lip repeatedly. It was then that I realised that she needed to wee.
At that point, her fidgeting when beginning to get me aroused. I was struggling to keep my urges under control. I deliberately dropped a spoon on the floor, and when I picked it up, I looked to see that Sadie had hand dug right inside her crotch through her dress, and had her legs double-crossed. I got so worked up at that moment that I hit my head under the table…ow, that hurt! That woke me up!
“Are you okay?” asked Sophie, looking concerned.
“I’ll be okay, no problem… I might get a headache though,” I replied, and began to settle down again, but it wasn’t long before I felt I needed to pee as well. I grabbed myself under the table, whilst drinking the last of the wine. For the next few minutes I watched the facial expressions on Sadie while revelling in my own desperation.
Eventually, Sadie said that she was going to the toilet, so when getting up from her seat, I asked to come with her. When we got to the cubicles, I pushed Sadie into one, and followed her in, locking the door.
“Wh- what are you doing?” she asked. “Leave so I can wee!”
“Sorry, babe, I can’t let you go, just yet….” I said, my animal-like instincts had began to take over. I was getting aroused again, particularly watching seeing Sadie tightly holding herself, virtually moments from losing it. “I’ve been watching you all night, and I know what you are up to. You’ve been holding your wee in all evening, and I ask you just to wait that little longer… a few minutes, okay?”
Sadie nodded, and after I sat down on the toilet seat, crossing my legs tightly, I looked intently at Sadie’s increasing desperation. She was bending double and grabbing her crotch through her silk dress tightly and fidgeting wildly. I was getting aroused again, but I knew we could only stay for a few minutes before Sophie and Dave would wonder what we were up to. I asked Sadie to lift her dress up so I could see her knickers. As she did so, I saw some of her wee leak down in between her legs. She gasped and tried to grab herself even tighter in a desperate bid to retain her bladder control.
I then got up from the toilet to allow her to use it. She lifted her dress above her waist, pulled down her knickers and then crouched over the toilet and started to wee… wow, it came out like a jet! It gushed out of her pussy and splashed so loudly in the toilet, I bet some people could hear it from outside! She must have been really desperate and I enjoyed watching another young woman needing to go. After she finished and got herself composed, it was my turn, as I asked her to watch me as I slowly pulled down my jeans and knickers to see my pussy so I could wee on the toilet as well. I started to relieve myself of all the wine and other fluids I had earlier. Ohhhhh….. what a relief!
Both Sadie and I soon washed our hands and started to giggle at each other, so much so that when we returned to the table, both Sophie and Dave were looking at us with puzzlement. After we left the restaurant, both Sadie and I decided to discreetly arrange another date, this time by ourselves……