I headed down to the restaurant after taking a shower, and I took a table on the balcony looking out over the sea. My first couple of days in Gibraltar had been very enjoyable, and I was eager to do some sightseeing, then I had some fun and games to look forward to the following day.

I ordered a cold beer and a club sandwich with fries. As I waited for my food, I thought about my morning and how much fun it had been. After eating and a couple more beers, I went and had a wander around the town. I had just walked into the town square when my phone pinged. It was my burner. It was Sarah, the escort I had arranged to meet the following day, who apologised and asked if we could put our meeting back an hour. I responded and said it was okay with me. She sent me the street address and told me she would see me at five o’clock.

I had a few drinks in the town before heading back to the hotel. I had a couple of G&Ts on the balcony. Then I was off to bed. My head is full of thoughts about Sarah and what fun might be on offer.

I had been single since the death of my wife in a car accident, which had been five years ago. I had not craved female company as such; I didn’t want another wife. I was happy on my own, doing my own thing, plus work took me away for weeks at a time. I had a good job; it paid well, so I had a healthy bank balance. But I craved female touch, female attention. I used to be addicted to eating pussy, and I guess I still am.

I woke up early and was in the shower when I felt nerves kicking in. I had not seen an escort before, well, not for a full escort-style meeting. I had had massages and hand jobs, but this was not a step up. It had been a while since I had eaten a pussy, and I really wanted to do that with Sarah.

I got dried off and dressed before heading down for breakfast. I had the full English and a pot of tea. After breakfast, I went out to do some sightseeing. I took a walk into town and signed up for one of the guided tours. It was great fun, seeing the famous caves and getting my picture taken with one of the infamous Barbary macaques. I even go to see the Tunnels of the Great Siege, the World War II Tunnels, and the Moorish Castle.

It was nearly three o’clock by the time I was dropped off back in the town. I jumped on a bus to take me to the hotel. I had a coffee in my room, then shaved and had a long shower. Then I got changed, and I locked my phone in the room safe with my wallet and ID. I took twice as much cash as she had told me her fee was.

It was four o’clock as I walked out of the hotel. I used the maps app on my burner phone to find her street. It was closer than I thought, so I had time to kill. The street was full of shops, bars and restaurants. I took a seat in a bar where I could see her door. The waiter took my order, and I had an orange juice.

The nerves were kicking in again. I was worried that she might have a guy in there before me, and I was a bit worried about eating her pussy if she had another guy in there just before I arrived.

I decided if another guy came out, I would just take the massage and hand job and leave. Then a young, shapely blonde girl walked down the street toward me. She was gorgeous. She was dressed in some sort of restaurant uniform. Was it Sarah? I was sure it was. I went back to the website I had found her on. It was her. I was sure of it. She headed through the door that led to the apartment block. Fuck me, she was a fit-looking bird with a killer body.

Five minutes later, I got a text message.

‘Are you still coming?”

‘Yes. I am on your street’ ‘Good, come on up. The street door code is 5678. I am in flat six on the third floor, my flat door will be open, come on up, I will hit the shower, give me ten’ I finished my juice and paid my bill. A glance at the phone told me it had been eight minutes since Sarah had sent the text. I got up and licked my lips. I headed over the street and stepped up to her door. I used the keycode to enter the building.

My heart was racing. This was a step up for me. There was no lift, so I walked up the stairs to the third floor. The door to flat six was ajar. I stepped in.

“Hello...” I said nervously.

“Hi, close the door for me, please. I won’t be long. Go into the living room!” she shouted.

I went in, and it was well furnished. The window was open, and there was a nice draft. My heart was racing and palms sweating.

I heard a door shut, and then she came into the room. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She was dressed in a summer dress that showed off her legs and a vast expanse of freckled cleavage. her hips swaying as she closed the distance between us. She looked and smelled like she had just come out of the shower.

“Hi, you must be Zak?” she said, “Nice to meet you!”

She came closer and kissed me on the cheek.

“So what are you looking for, darling?” she said, her smile making my knees go weak.

“Hi ... Errmm, sorry, I am new to this, so I guess...” I stuttered,” I am a little bit nervous to tell the truth!”

“It’s cool, just relax, remind me, just how long did you ask for, two hours, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes...!” I said and handed her the agreed fee. She put it on the living room table.

“Look, Zak, we all have needs and desires, so how about we just go into the bedroom and see what happens.” She said, and her hand stroked my chest.

“That sounds good to me!” I said.

“And just do what you feel you want to do, and if it’s something I don’t like, I will tell you!” she said and reached for my hand.

She led me into her bedroom but left the door open. She closed a window that had been open. She pulled the curtains closed.

“Please don’t be nervous. I’m gonna make this unforgettable for you.” She smiled.

She stepped back, hooking thumbs into her dress straps. She peeled it down inch by inch, teasing, revealing smooth alabaster skin. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it. She was wearing white lacy underwear. A lacy bra that was just about controlling her huge tits and a pair of lacy panties. She gave me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree twirl. Her panties were actually a thong; she had a great ass.

Her massive natural breasts strained against the fabric, nipples already poking through as big as wine bottle corks.

“You like?” She asked.

“Oh yes, you are gorgeous!” I replied.

“Why, thank you, sir, so you like what you see?” she smiled.

“Oh Fuck me, yes...!” I stammered.

She laughed softly, a sound that eased the knot in my gut a little.

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” She smiled.

Her fingers trailed down my arm, she took my hand in hers and lifted it to her breast.

“So do you like big boobs!” she giggled,” I guess that’s why you booked me?”

I stroked her boob through the fabric of her bra. She smiled at me as I stroked her boob. Then, with a wink, she turned around. I didn’t need an invitation. I unclipped her bra, and she shrugged it off. My hands slipped around and cupped her huge tits as she dropped her bra to the floor.

Her nipples seemed to grow harder as I fondled her firm, young titties. They felt so big in my hands.

“Fuck me, they’re huge.” I purred.

“And they are all natural, just for big boob-loving boys like you.” She giggled.

My mouth watered. My cock grew hard as she wiggled her butt into my groin.

“I am feeling a bit overdressed. Would you like me to undress you?” she purred.

She didn’t wait for my response, she spun around, and my eyes dropped to her amazing tits, they were so huge, full and firm and begging to be sucked.