Sarah’s Secret Diary: Episode 52

Here’s another update on the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.

One Sunday afternoon during the Wimbledon fortnight, some of us at the office had held our own tennis tournament in a nearby park. We had booked a few tennis courts for the afternoon. It was all for fun, and a chance to see who was really good at the game.

As it was a hot day, I felt thirsty, so I decided to take out a carton of orange juice from my bag and drink it. That felt better and I felt refreshed. I had a long time to wait for my match, so I drank some more.

I also had changed into my white tennis dress. A while later, it was my turn to play. I soon felt a twinge in my bladder, but as usual, I ignored it and felt it would go away. I must confess that I hadn’t used the toilet before leaving my flat.

I soon got on with my match, and my opponent was the deputy manager, a young man who looked very handsome, but I never fancied him. He regularly plays tennis at club level and is very fit. I was nervous because he had won the mini tournament for the last two years. I plucked up some courage and decided to make a game of it.

Most of my fellow colleagues were rooting for me as I started the match. The deputy won the first set 6-2, however I fought back to win the second set 7-6. At the start of the deciding third set, I soon felt the need to go to the toilet. What a time to need to go. I was at that point in two minds, whether I could throw the game so I could find somewhere to pee (there weren’t any toilets in this park), or if I could make the upset of a lifetime and try to beat the deputy. Stupidly, I opted for the latter.

It was 2-2 in the deciding set, and I felt that I was becoming more desperate. Between serves I was shifting around on my feet, and lost a couple of them because I simply couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to relieve myself so badly. After a while, I thought to  that I would allow myself to lose the game, but the problem was that the deputy had lost a few serves as well, which set up to a more dramatic conclusion.

It was the final game, and with the deputy winning 5-4, I decided at that point to finish the game because I was at bursting point. I felt that my pee hole was about to open and was determined with all my willpower to hold it in. I soon started missing volleys, and soon the game was over. The deputy had won and I lost, but I didn’t care. I was soon looking for a place to get rid of my held-in pee.

Soon, I found a little bush in another secluded part of the park. I rushed behind the bush, lifted up my tennis dress, pulled down my knickers and let go a huge gusher on the grass. I felt so relieved to letting it all come out. I then rejoined my colleagues afterwards for a drink in the pub…. and I held my pee in there too.