It's a cold January Saturday afternoon inside the college gym. The first wrestling tournament of the new year. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who wears a wool jacket and black jeans. She sits in the front bleachers. A press pass hangs around her neck who wears only a sweater with no bra. Her black hair hangs loose as she looks into her "Nikon" digital camera.
She's been watching the out-of-town wrestler named Griffin (20 yrs.) who stands at 5'9" and weighs a 141 lbs. Frida notices that he's exhausted. She keeps taking pictures while Griffin stands by the referee breathing really hard. His hand is raised as the winner and he staggers off of the floor.
Frida whispers, "He sure is cute."
Inside the locker room. Griffin had just taken a shower who is bent over in front of his locker. He's breathing hard while his body drips wet. Even his short black hair soaks of water. His team coach walks up carrying a towel. He wipes down Griffin's body.
Coach asks, "You regret going down in weight?"
Griffin answers, "Shit no. That guy was fucking strong, but I beat him."
"You've been exhausted all season" coach says.
Griffin replies, "I know, but I'm fucking winning at this weight."
Coach pulls Griffin up to stand and wipes down his wet hair.
"As long as you get to the NCAA championships, right?" coach says.
Griffin grabs the towel, "Damn straight coach."
Late Saturday afternoon inside Griffin's Hotel room. He's lying naked and asleep on the bed.
Knock. Knock. Knock.! Someone's at the door... Knock. Knock. Knock.!
Griffin suddenly wakes up and asks, "Was that the door.?"
He climbs off of the bed and staggers to the door. He yells, "Who is it? Coach? I'm heading over to the gym soon!"
His eye looks into the peep-hole and no one is outside. He opens the door and there is nobody there. He sees a camera on the floor and quickly picks it up. The door closes and he stride's over to the bed. He sits down and takes off the rubber-band holding a small note. It says, "Photos of you on the wrestling mat - I'm in room 125 - Frida."
Griffin looks at the first photo which is of Frida who is naked. He laughs, "Shit, a Latina with great titties, and those dollar-size nipples."
Late Saturday night inside Frida's Hotel room. All the lights are on as Frida and Griffin French-kiss by the door. She's wearing a black see-through nightie and he has on just a t-shirt and basketball shorts. He pushes her against the wall and then pulls off his shirt.
Her hair falls over her face. Both of his hands gently slide off that nightie over her shoulders. Her gorgeous brown tits flop free and that nightie falls to the floor. Frida steps out of it and kicks it aside.
Both of Griffin's hands cup her tits. He smiles, "Fucking incredible. I wanna suck on these all night. Can I?"
