This is the last ever archived entry of Sarah’s Secret Diary.
My relationship with John became a lot tense lately, mainly because we are often apart for long periods. I have been tempted to have sex with complete strangers, yet for some reason, my sense of doubt stops me from playing away behind his back.
It’s his work which brings in most of the income that pays all the bills, and if either of us split, I would run out of cash within a week. So, after a frank discussion, both of us decided to go away for a weekend in the country in a bid to rekindle our love for each other.
On Friday around noon, I left early from my job so I could get home to prepare for our trip. Later, John came home and soon he did his packing. After we finished, I called for a taxi, and as we had time to kill before it came, I made myself a mug of coffee and drank it. I felt a slight need to wee at this point, but I didn’t go to the toilet as I didn’t feel too desperate. About forty minutes later, the taxi came to pick John and me up to take us to the train station.
When we got there, all we had to do was wait for the train as we had already booked our tickets. As we sat on our bench to wait for our train, I felt my need to wee grow stronger. I looked across the large concourse to see a large ladies sign on the top of a toilet, and gave a slight sigh. I felt tempted to go now, but for some reason, I stayed sitting on the bench.
About twenty minutes later, we heard this announcement:
“We are sorry, the 19:45 train scheduled to leave here has been delayed because of an incident. We will let you know what is happening as soon as we get some information.”
John gave a deep sigh. He got up and said he will buy a sandwich for me. As he went to get that sandwich, I was beginning to feel some more pressure in my bladder. I still wanted to use the toilet at the station, but again I decided against it. I was hoping that the train wasn’t delayed for too long. John came back with a couple of sandwiches and a huge bottle of cola. While I was eating my sandwich, I also took large gulps from the cola bottle as we didn’t have any cups.
Ten minutes later, there was another announcement:
“We are sorry, but the 19:45 train is subject to further delays. We apologise to all passengers for any inconvienience caused.”
As we continued to wait for our train, we need to wee continued to grow. I began to slight fidget, only because I didn’t want John to ask questions about my behaviour. Within twenty more minutes, I felt now that I really needed to wee, but I was too frightened to get up and go to the toilet. I had now double-crossed my legs and contiuned to fidget. John then looked at me and asked me what was the matter. I told that I was cold, and he just gave me a shrug. The pressure in my bladder grew more steadily with every minute of the delay.
Then suddenly, there was another announcement:
“We are happy to inform you the delay has passed and the train is ready to be boarded. It will depart in around fifteen minutes.”
Both John and I got up and carried our bags across the station to get to our train. I felt heavy with all that fluid inside me. Thankfully, there weren’t that many people boarding the train, so we were able to get a couple of seats. Normally on a Friday night, there’s often crowds of desperate passengers trying to get home for the weekend.
As the train left the station, I told John that I was going to use the toilet, so I got up from our seat and walked through two carriages to find the toilet. When I reached one, it had a notice stuck on the door:
SORRY-THIS TOILET IS CURRENTLY OUT OF ORDER- MANY APOLOGIES.
I then tried walking back through our carriage past John to the only other toilet on the train. When I opened the door, an awful, sickly smell came out, forcing me to hold my nose. I wanted to throw up. I immediately shut the door and returned to my seat. John asked if I went to the toilet. I replied that I did, which was a lie, because I still had an extremely full bladder. About half an hour into the journey, the train suddenly slowed down and ground to a halt… that was all I needed. We were already late, the train is being held in the middle of nowhere, and I’m bursting for a wee. The train driver made this announcement:
“Ladies and gentleman, we are currently held here because of an obstruction further down the line. As soon as it is cleared, we will be able to move again.”
When?? At this point, John fell asleep, unaware of what was going on. It allowed me to push both of my hands inbetween my legs and squeezed my thighs tightly together. About fifteen minutes later, I became really desperate. i’ve been holding my wee since lunchtime, and still no sign of any relief. Both of the train’s toilets remain out of bounds for me.
A very slow half-hour passed, and now I felt on the verge of wetting myself. I was trying to tighten my bladder muscles and was fidgeting rather badly. John was still asleep, totally oblivious to the current situation. I knew unless I go to the toilet soon, My bladder will certainly explode, big time….
I decided to get up from my seat and walk slowly back to the smelly toilet, holding myself as tightly as I can. When I opened the door again, the whiff coming out was still powerful, so again I tried to hold my nose, but that only worked for a few seconds. I was so desperate that in the end I stepped inside and locked the door.
There was a small window, which was opened, but that was useless while the train was stationary. I quickly unzipped my jeans, pulled them down to my ankles and sat down on the pan. I didn’t care at this point whether there was any dirty wee or poo on it as I was so desperate for relief……
Ohhhhhh……I finally relaxed my bladder muscles as I started to wee. It came out like a garden hose splashing the pan below. after what seemed like a long wee, I gave myself a huge sugh, and started to slowly stroke my wet vagina. I soon got so worked up, I decided to have a quick wank. I then pushed two fingers inside myself and quickly pushed them up and down. Within a few minutes, I had an explosive climax, and ended up doing a shorter wee.
As I was trying to compose myself, I heard some loud banging on the door. I quickly pulled up and fastened my jeans and opened the door to see the ticket inspector looking at me. He was probably wondering why the toilet door was locked as I realised there were a few people standing in the queue waiting to use it.
I finally got back to my carriage to see that John was still fast asleep! Even a small jolt from the train couldn’t wake him up. Still, at least he didn’t see me wet myself on the train.