..right on the verge of bursting!" She repeated for the tenth time.When Amber took her coat off, I could see how close she must have been. The crotch ...of her jeans was soaked! It looked like she had pissed on herself. She blouse was open. She had her bra stuffed into her jeans pocket. With an embarrassing look, she said, "I need some dry panties. And No, I did not pee on myself. I just got incredibly wet."I get pretty wet myself sometimes. Especially when I'm masturbating. But I've never gotten. Her arse was so tasty I really couldn’t get enough of it and she was wet so I pulled back and gently lowered her onto my cock, she squealed as my cock first hit her arse but as I got the head in it eased off and slid in easily.Her hand went between her legs as she began bobbing up and down moaning at the double pleasure she was getting and I must say it felt good from my end as I put my arms around her and under her top and started to tweak and pinch her nipples.It wasn’t long before her body. I get up and we walk hand-in-hand to our bed. I take-off her pallu, unstrap her blouse untie her chemise, unhook her DD white bra and pull down her equally white panties. Now she stands before me representing her gorgeous, voluptuous stark-naked splendor.I push her on the bed gently to let her lie on the back; then stoop down myself to lie beside her. My reluctant strokes over her soft flesh sends pleasure-waves into her as she closes her eyes. I can’t just stare at this close-eyed beauty but. She quickly put it in her pocket and made her way back to her seat for take off.The flight to New York was uneventful. There was even time for chat with the pilot. His name was Peter and for Julia he was sex on legs. He had such a great voice and that knowing look of being in complete control. Every time she saw him, she went weak at the knees and just wanted to take him somewhere and fuck his brains out.As it happened, the whole crew had been booked into the same hotel for one night and Julia.