It's Friday on a cold February evening. The college gymnasium is packed with wrestling fans. That includes Frida (25 yrs.) who is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36). She's wearing a heavy coat who sits on the gym floor looking through the "Nikon" digital camera. A press pass is clipped onto that coat.
She's been taking pictures of Gunner (21 yrs.) who stands at 5'6" who weighs 141 lbs. He's got broad cut shoulders who competes for the out-of-town team. His black hair sticks out under the head gear.
Gunner lost his match who isn't happy about it. His fingers angrily unstrap his head gear. He still shakes the winner's hand. As he walks off of the floor carrying his head gear. He notices Frida taking pictures of him. He waves and faintly smiles, shaking his head.
One hour later inside an off-campus Hotel hallway. Gunner is wearing his college sport jacket, stocking cap and jeans. He is carrying a "Nikon" digital camera in his left hand. He reaches room 100 and knocks on the door.
Inside that room the lights are all turned on. Frida is wearing a silk robe which hangs open. Her beautiful brown skin shows from her cleavage down to the diamond ring in her belly button. She's wearing black lace panties and her nipples poke through that silk fabric. The black hair falls over her face as she strides to the door.
Frida's hand grabs the door handle and pulls it open. Gunner's eyes grow big as he looks at her up and down. His mouth drops open and the camera falls to the floor. It knocks him out of his gaze who picks it back up quickly.
She says, "Hey Gunner, wanna come in?"
"Uh-Hi. I-I came by to return your camera. Uh-Frida right?" he answers.
Frida smiles, "Did you download your photos?"
His eyes move down to her belly button and back up, "Uh-Yeah. I-I did. Your photos too."
She says slyly, "You don't have to look at my photos. I'm right here."
