It’s Saturday afternoon during a home wrestling meet. It’s late February and very cold outside. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who sits in a chair on the gym floor. She takes off her wool jacket. She’s wearing a thick sweater with no bra. Her tits jiggle underneath and her black hair drops loose. A press pass hangs around her neck. She pulls out her “Nikon” digital camera while looking at the floor competition.
Caiden (19 yrs.) stands at 5’10” and weighs 157 lbs. He competes for the out-of-town team. He’s wearing his wrestling suit and head gear. Frida watches him walk toward her.
He approaches, but steps to her left. He says, “Excuse me.”
His body bends over and his hand pulls out keys from his sport bag. Frida watches his round buttocks. He turns and runs toward his beautiful girlfriend. He gives her those keys and they kiss each other. Caiden jogs over to the other side of the gym to get ready for his wrestling match.
Frida takes pictures of him who notices his natural sleepy eyes. They make him look boyish.
She says, “Damn, he has a girlfriend.”
Caiden’s hand is raised as the winner of his match. He shakes his opponent’s hand and walks off the floor. He heads toward the locker room, but stops before he enters the door. His body turns around and strides toward Frida who smiles at him.
He approaches her and she says, “Congrats on your win.”
“Thanks, I got my points. Excuse me,” he smiles. He reaches down and grabs his sport bag. His body turns and carries the bag away. She watches his round buttocks.
Inside the locker room. Caiden sits down on the bench in front of his locker. He finished his shower and wipes his wet hair. His hand reaches inside his sport bag and pulls out a digital camera. He looks around and a piece of paper falls to the floor. His fingers pick it up and he reads it, “Photos of you on the mat -- I’m at university Hotel off campus -- Room 125 -- Frida.”
The first photos in that camera are of Frida who is nude. He smiles, “She’s the Latina sitting in that chair. Damn, great tits.”
Late Saturday night inside Frida’s Hotel room. The curtains are closed halfway. The heater below has fogged up the window. The only light comes from the big screen TV which plays ESPN. The volume is low.
The TV light shines over the naked bodies of Caiden and Frida. She lays on her back with her legs spread open on the bed. He lays on top of her with his chest pressing against her tits. His fingers pinch her left nipple.
