The Ryno Memoirs: Sunya

This is a true story...
After college I moved to the metropolis of Los Angeles. Hoping to be "found" as an actor, I did what every other wanna-be thespian did, I got a job in the food industry. Even with a college degree in business and experience in bartending, it still was tough landing a job in a fine establishment. I finally got my foot in the door at one thriving Italian place in Marina Del Rey. After a few months I went from one-day shift behind the bar to head bartender and co-manager. Plus, I met her. The catering manager and manager of it's sister restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard.
Sunya was her name; gorgeous light olive-brown skin, long straight soft brown hair and a beautiful set of big brown eyes. Although this remarkable creature was engaged, her relationship was obviously on the rocks. She would frequently finish her work sitting at my bar and casually talk. Our casual talks soon led to laughter, brief touching of the arm, and a quick hug on her way out the door. Finally, we decided to take it outside the restaurant. A small bite to eat and a movie was the plan. We finished our dinner at a trendy diner on the Promenade in Santa Monica and strolled to the theater. Sold out. After a brief collaboration we decided to wait for the next showing. We bought our tickets and walked up 3rd Street and back again. We found an empty bench and sat. All the time we were together, we never stopped talking. Our past, our dreams, entertainment, Çankaya Escort sports, politics, you name it. It was romantic as hell and I loved it.
Sitting on the steel bench, the wet, chilly ocean air began to make its move through the Promenade. Sunya and I began to close the gap between us and soon found each other arm in arm; for warmth and for lust. We nestled together as if we were lifelong lovers. We giggled. We were serious. We looked deep into our eyes and fell in love right there on that bench. Two weeks later, I moved from my Venice condo into her Burbank apartment.
Sex was not new to either of us, but the feeling we shared together was indeed different. It was unbelievable. We were both open and free with our bodies and our desires. It was not uncommon for me to casually come behind her while she brushed her teeth and enter her, hold her and watch her in the mirror as the tedious task turned erotic. Other times she would crawl between my legs, release my cock and swallow every drop as I sit on the couch watching the Lakers dominate on the screen. We were perfect together.
One memory I must share happened in the summer of 1992. It was a rare occasion where both of us were home early so we decided to create a huge feast, just for the two of us. Since it was summer, we grilled everything; chicken breasts, red peppers, zucchini, onions, and sourdough bread. We popped Keçiören Escort a bottle of sparkling chilled Chandon Blanc de Noir before dinner. We popped another during dinner. When it came to dessert, we had run out of champagne. A quick run to the market was in order. I also picked up some fresh strawberries to nibble on as we drank our third and last bottle of bubbly.

We sat outside on our patio stomachs satisfied, heads slightly buzzing, and hearts full of love. The sun began to fall behind a big elm tree, the stereo shuffled the mix of reggae, rock and R