My Trip to Gibraltar- Meeting Sofia for a Massage
by Zak
Copyright© 2026 by Zak
True Story Sex Story: When work took me over to Gibraltar, I decided to indulge in my new hobby. Sofia was a student with a deft touch.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft True Story Massage Masturbation .
I had not indulged in my new hobby for a few weeks.
We had been busy for a few weeks at work. One Friday, my boss asked me to pop into his office. He needed someone to go out to our office in Gibraltar for a week. The agenda he gave me made it look like it would be a busy week. He sweetened the deal by telling me I could fly out on Friday and have the weekend over there on the company’s dime. I had never been but had always wanted to, so it made sense to accept the offer.
I agreed to go and even got the following weekend paid for. On my drive home, I decided this was the chance to take my new hobby up a notch or two.
That night after I had eaten, I did some research. There were a few escorts who took my fancy, as well as two or three who offered only a massage service, just in case I bottled it. I was not sure I was ready to take my hobby to the next level. Hand jobs are nice, and the massages had been good, but I really wanted a really frenzied fuck, plus I love eating pussy.
That weekend, I went into town and got two thousand euros in cash. I also made sure my burner phone worked in Europe.
I worked all week with only one thought in my head: was I ready to take things up a notch or two? On Thursday evening, I packed my case. I knew that the office over there had a relaxed dress policy, so I packed accordingly.
The following Friday, I finished work at lunchtime. I drove my car home and called a taxi. An hour and a half later, I was in the airport duty-free buying some new aftershave.
The flight was good, they served a decent meal, and I had a couple of beers. I went through passport control and got a taxi from the airport to my hotel. The company had booked it; it was a nice old Art Deco place high on the rock’s slopes.
I checked in, took a shower, and then, after getting dressed, walked down into the old town. I had a few beers and took a good look around.
After doing my research, I had added a few numbers to my burner phone. So, before I headed back to the hotel, I sent a few texts. I had two Gin & Tonics in the hotel bar and then headed up to bed.
The following morning, I decided to do some sightseeing. I had a shower, then went down for breakfast. As I was eating, my phone pinged twice. One was from a girl called Sarah. She was a busty English girl. She asked what I was looking for and how long. I sent her a few lines of what I would like and said 2 hours. The other message was from a girl called Sofia. She offered a massage with hand relief. She was free from eleven o’clock and was at Europa Point. She asked me to text when I was fifteen minutes away.
I Googled Europa Point and how to get there. It was a short bus journey away. I decided that, as I was only away for a few days, I should really treat myself, so after a glance at my watch, I replied to her text and booked in for eleven o’clock. I got a thumbs-up reply, then another text with her address and price list. She charged 70 euros for an hour or 100 euros for an hour and a half. I replied and told her I was looking for an hour and a half. She sent me a thumbs-up.
I got another coffee and was about to Google things to do in Gibraltar when Sarah replied. She asked me if I was looking for an in-call or outcall service. When I said in-call, she said she could see me any time after six o’clock. Then she sent me a list of services that were more escort than massage, and I had to think for a while about whether I was ready to take that plunge.
I replied to her text asking if I could book in for a two-hour session from six thirty.
She replied, told me the street she was on, and asked me to text her when I was there. Again, I used Google Maps. It was a short walk from my hotel.
So, I finished my coffee and went back to the room to brush my teeth. I went back to reception and asked about buses. They told me the stop was outside, and they went to Europa Point every twenty minutes. I walked down and sat at the bus stop. I only had to wait for ten minutes. The bus dropped me at Europa Point, and as I was half an hour early, I did some sightseeing.
I looked across the Strait of Gibraltar to Morocco and walked around Harding’s Battery before heading toward the address that Sofia had given me. As I walked, I texted her; she replied and asked me to press the buzzer for flat 8 when I got to her building.
I was there with five minutes to spare. I pondered whether I should walk around the block, but my nerves were kicking in.
I pressed the buzzer and heard her asking me to go up. It was a student accommodation-style building. There were bikes in the hallways.
I got to her front door, and it was ajar. I knocked on the door and heard her calling me in.
I closed the door behind me, and as I turned, I saw Sofia. She was a gorgeous-looking girl. She was dressed in a summer dress and was barefoot. Her hair was in a ponytail. She had dark skin and dark eyes.
“Buenos días!” she beamed.
“Good morning!” I replied.
“Please ... please come on in!” she smiled.
I followed her into the kitchen.
“So, you are Zak?” she asked; her accent was very sexy. She was very sexy.
“I am,” I smiled.
“And you are a tourist?” she asked.
“Yes...” I didn’t tell her I was working there; it didn’t seem important.
“Are you here for long?” she smiled, got two bottles of water from the fridge, and handed me one.
“I am just here for a week or so!” I replied.
“And are you a local?” I asked.
“No, I am from Lanzarote. I am studying here!” she replied, “I am at the University of Gibraltar!”
“Oh, good,” I replied.
“I only do this once or twice a month to help pay the bills!” she said coyly.
“That’s good!” I told her. I was not sure what to say, to be fair. Then I took the hint and handed over the cash. She didn’t count it; she just left the room with it and came back seconds later.
“Right, let’s get you ready!” she said and reached out for my hand.
She led me into her bedroom. There was a sheet on the bed, and there were a few pots of oil on the bedside table.
I took a few gulps of water.
“Right, how about you get naked and lie down, and I will be back in five minutes!” she smiled. She had the sort of smile that lit up the room. She walked out, and I stripped off. By the time she came back into the room, I was face down on the bed.
“Right, oil or talc?” she asked. I turned my head to face her to see her slipping out of her summer dress. As I watched, she slipped off her bra, exposing her apple-sized boobs. Then her panties hit the floor. Her pussy was trimmed in the Brazilian style.
“Oil is good for me!” I replied.
Her dark eyes locked onto mine. She had a very sexy look about her. She knelt on the bed. I felt her body brush over mine as she reached for the oil. She poured oil into her palms, rubbing them together with a slick sound. Then I felt her stroking my shoulders, rubbing the oil into my skin.
The room was quiet apart from the noise of her hands on my skin and our combined breathing. She took her time. She made sure that every stroke, every touch mattered.
As she moved around, I could feel her tits stroking my oily skin.
‘Mmmm, you feel tense here,’ she whispered as she worked her fingers into the muscles around my neck. She worked hard on my skin. I heard or perhaps felt her pour oil onto her hands, and she worked her hands down my back.
I felt her pussy on my buttocks.
“So, Sofia, what are you studying?” I asked.
“I am hoping to be a teacher!” she sighed. “It’s hard work, the course!”
She shifted position, her thighs straddling my leg as she worked lower down my back. She had firm but at the same time soft hands. She worked at the base of my spine for a day, seconds before working her hands in my glutes. She worked on my butt for what seemed an age, her hands fondled, mauled, and caressing my bum cheeks.
She shifted lower, her breasts massaging my lower back, then my bum. I could feel her breath on my skin. Her nipples felt hard as she rubbed them on my bum cheeks.
“I think you like this, no?” she whispered and pressed her tits harder into my flesh.
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