An optimistic male squares off against a veteran amateur in the wrestling ring.
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Ben was beginning to think that nobody was going to come, as the locker room took on an eerie, empty silence. But then he heard light footsteps come through the doorway.
Laura walked in nonchalantly, gymbag in her hand. Ben tried not to stare, but it was quite hard not to. She had some chubbiness to her, but for a 5'5" frame she carried her 175 pounds well. Her long red hair curled as it draped over her shoulders and arms.
As Laura approached an empty locker, she glanced over at her opponent. He was a bit taller, maybe 5'10", and he was definitely bigger. If she had to guess, she would say he was a paunchy 200 pounds or so. His short dark hair was neatly trimmed, but it had already begun to recede and gray a little.
"Are you Ben?" she asked, smiling as she set her bag down.
"Yes," he replied kindly. "I wasn't sure if you were going to show at first."
"Sorry about that. I had to set something up by the ring."
"Ah, gotcha. Still, nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Ben offered his hand, and Laura shook it gently. Laura had a firm belief that one can tell a person's aggressiveness through their handshake, which is why she always tried to deceptively come off as gentle as possible. Ben's return shake was firm but still gentle. Laura knew at that moment that she had nothing to worry about.
"So," she began as she started to unpack towels from her gymbag, "how do you know Tina?"
"Oh, we went to college together. You?"
"We met at a fitness club. College, huh? How old are you?"
"Forty-five," he answered a bit sheepishly.
"Oh, don't say it like that. Nothing wrong with that age. But still, you've got fifteen years on me."
Ben started to kick off his shoes, picking them up and placing them in his locker. As he removed his shirt Laura tried to get a look at his physique. As she expected, he had a bit of a pot belly. Not really muscular, but not grotesque either. She did notice that his chest hair had not yet gone out of control yet, as was sometimes the case with older men.
"How long have you been wrestling?" Ben asked as he stepped out of his pants, revealing navy blue trunks underneath.
"Oh, about six years now," Laura replied as she began to take off her shoes.
"Really? Six years? Wow."
"Yeah, what can I say, you get into the strangest things when you're younger I guess," she gushed as she lifted up her blouse. Ben tried not to stare at the ample bosom contained in the red sports bra he now saw. Tina had passed along Laura's measurements to Ben beforehand, 42-38-44, but this was the first chance he had to see how well endowed Laura was. Double Ds all the way, obviously.
"What about you?" she asked.
Ben turned to her face with almost a start, as if he was being shook out of a trance.
"Huh?"
"How long have you wrestled?"
"Oh, oh, about a year now. Been mostly with guys I know from the gym."
"Ever wrestle a woman before?" she asked as she stepped out of her pants, revealing matching red boxer shorts.
"My wife indulged me once, but it was more for play than competition. I must say, you are quite attractive."
"Why, thank you," she replied, blushing a bit.
"Um, how binding is that ring?"
"Seemingly tighter than yours," she smirked.
"Darn. So, um, how did you get interested in mixed wrestling?"
"A friend of a friend asked me to try it once," she explained as she closed up her locker. "I just started liking the challenge more and more."
The two casually left the locker room and approached the ring.
"I take it hubby gets a kick out of it?" he asked.
