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Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo

Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh

Chapter 10

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Co-workers who loved each other from afar suddenly trapped in a blizzard that shut down much of Western New York. Forced together by a storm, they revealed their feelings for each other and soon one of the great love stories of the Niagara Frontier began. Battered war veteran Josh and discarded beauty queen Veronica finally found the one they could only dream about and this was just the beginning. Enjoy the rollout here once a week, and if you prefer to grab the whole book, you can at Bookapy.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Anal Sex   Analingus   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

It felt good to be back in his Jeep Gladiator. The four-wheel drive beast dug into the snow that blocked him behind the Andalon building, and once he clawed his way free from the parking spot, the snow plows were able to finish clearing the back parking lot. As he came around the side of the building, his phone rang. It was Veronica. He answered the phone by saying, “I miss you.”

“Awww. I miss you too Effi. Hey, do you know where the 279 Café is in Springville?”

“Yes I do, best burgers in the county.”

“I just called and they’re open, let’s get breakfast there before we dig out my driveway.”

“That is a plan! I’ll see you there Nica.”

“Bye, Effi”

Josh stopped at his apartment. He had to park in the street and trudge through an unplowed parking lot to get to his apartment. He climbed up the three stories to the top floor, a height that gave him a perfect view of Doc Jarecki’s car dealership. He could look all day at cars he could never afford. Doctor Paul was a friend and was able to get him a hell of a deal on his Jeep Gladiator, so there was no need to moon over the Ferraris and Lamborghinis just outside his living room window. (But he still did)

Entering his dusty, cold apartment, he first watered his houseplant, a philodendron named Phil, then he scratched Dave behind the ears. Dave was a Teddy Bear that Ellie sent to keep him company after Sphinx died. He checked the fridge to see if anything in there was growing fur, then headed off to the bedroom to change his clothes and pack.

He packed a backpack full of clothes, socks, underwear, a toothbrush, razor, and shampoo, then he grabbed a few venison chops and venison sausage from the freezer and headed out. As he drove up to Springville where Veronica lives, he made a quick call on his cell phone which woke up a sleeping friend and his wife, but both were ecstatic when he said, “Hey, I have a date tonight, can you help a fellow out?”

“What will it be? roses of morn?” asked his buddy Dick.

“How about let me call you sweetheart,” said Josh.

“This sounds serious,” said Dick. “Are you lining up a new ex-wife?”

Despite the pain behind that, he made Josh chuckle. Dick could tell a fart joke to the pope and get him to laugh. “Something like that. See you at the Ellicott Manor.”

“See you there buddy.”

Once upon a time, Springville was a tiny village in the heart of the snow belt south of Buffalo. Named for the high-quality spring steel that was produced there in the late 1800s, its location in the hill country nearly caused its demise when the spring steel factories that the village was named for closed shop and moved to Lackawanna. Springville was a hard location to get to, being up in the hills of southern Erie County the roads were steep and icy and it wasn’t a pleasant drive, and after the C&O railroad ended passenger service, it was nearly impossible during the winter to get there. But when the 219 Expressway was completed, it became easy to reach Springville, and a flood of people moved to the beautiful hamlet and bought up the exquisite old mansions and Victorian houses that were abandoned and restored them.

Josh’s buddy Paul was one of them. When Paul’s brother John became the pastor of the Springville Congregational Church, Paul bought a huge Victorian mansion and moved their parents in so the whole family could be together. Paul also bought a farm just outside of the village where he raised chickens and hid from the world. Josh spent a lot of time at Paul’s cabin because several years ago, Josh purchased a plot of land across the street from Paul’s farm. Josh’s land used to be a scout camp. They eventually became hunting and fishing buddies and called themselves “Hill Williams,” which are hillbillys with jobs. But like a proper hillbilly, they measured their self-worth by the amount of split and stacked cord wood they had ready for winter.

Life was good on their land: wild turkey, pheasant, grouse, woodcock, deer, bass, trout, sunfish. They could easily live off the land. Paul and his brother John even harvest maple sap and make their own syrup. And it looked like the girl that eloped with Paul loved the land as much as he did. Now Josh could only wonder if Veronica would enjoy his patch of heaven.

Josh avoided the 219 Expressway. People who had no clue about driving in winter generally took the 219 Expressway far too fast as they headed to the south towns. They often ended up in the ditch, or upside down, or heading south in the north bound lanes. Josh didn’t need to see all that and was in no mind set to stop and help, so he set his Gladiator to Four Wheel High and followed the old US 219, now called the Springville-Boston Pike, through some of the most beautiful countryside in New York.

The late-night ride was hypnotic, curving through the hills, climbing steep inclines just to plunge down a sharp decline into a wooded valley far below. He passed a few farms and could see in the bright yard lights it was still gently snowing, and many of the farmhouses were still lit up for Christmas. Finally reaching Springville, he cruised down Main Street and ended up beyond the east end of the village. There in the middle of farm country, Main Street met US 240, and that’s where the 279 Café sat. It was well past two AM by the time that he pulled up beside Veronica’s Lincoln Navigator in the parking lot.

He walked into the café and there was Veronica; she was seated in a booth and was chatting with the waitress. “This is the fellow I was telling you about,” said Veronica.

“Josh?” said Darla, the waitress. “Your mysterious Mister Wonderful is really Josh?”

“Thanks Darla, you really know how to help a guy out,” groaned Josh. He leaned over and gave Veronica a kiss. “How are you Nica?”

“Shh, Effi,” she said, pausing briefly between kisses. “People are watching.” She turned to Darla and said, “How do you know Josh?”

“He’s in here every Sunday evening for the blue plate before heading back to the salt mines.”

“The salt mines?” Veronica asked Josh with a raised eyebrow.

“That was when I worked for XCom,” muttered Josh as he pretended to study the menu.

“True, he has been fairly well behaved this year, he hasn’t made fun of Pastor John,” said Darla.

“You made fun of my pastor?” demanded Veronica.

“I called him a traitor to his race when he bet on the Montreal Canadiens against the Buffalo Sabres,” said Josh as he flipped the pages on the small juke box at the end of the table.

“And he won, didn’t he?” demanded Darla.

“Yea, I had to sand and varnish the pews in the old church,” grumbled Josh as he poured coffee for Veronica.

“I don’t want you picking on my waitress,” scolded Veronica.

“Oh, me and Darla go way back. She’s my gal pal and she knows that if she’s not nice to me, she can’t go grouse hunting on my plot,” said Josh as Darla sat down next to him.

“That’s right darling, now what’ll ya have?” asked Darla.

“The usual,” said Veronica.

“Same for you hon?” Darla asked Josh, who nodded and handed her back the menu. “I don’t know why I bring these out for either of ya.” Then she patted Veronica’s hand and whispered in her ear. “You found a good man, honey. It’s not hard to keep him happy. Just treat him right.”

“I didn’t know you lived in Springville until Andi mentioned it to me at the party,” said Josh.

“Why didn’t you say something to me at the party?” asked Veronica.

“Well, it was an enormous party, wall to wall people, and I didn’t want to embarrass Andi during her first house party by sweeping you off your feet and promising my undying love in front of everyone. Brides tend to frown on that,” said Josh.

Veronica didn’t laugh at Josh’s silly remark. In fact, she looked very glum. “I was so lonely,” she said. “Have you ever been lonely in a room full of people?”

Josh reached out and took her delicate hands in his. “I know awful well how you were feeling, Nica. I was in an unfamiliar environment with people I’ve known for years. Everything had suddenly changed. I didn’t know Paul in a palace, I knew him with a cabin around him, like me. My hunting and drinking buddy suddenly married a girl he knew for just a few hours. My preacher buddy suddenly became a man of the cloth, my singing buddy moved me to tears with Minuit Chrétiens. I’ve only been to Paul’s house once before and both times I felt so lost.”

“If you saw me there, why didn’t you say hi to me at the party?” asked Veronica.

Josh blushed and stammered while holding her hands. “Ah wuz afraid,” he said, his accent coming in full force.

“Afraid of what?”

Josh looked confused. “Everything was wrong. We were in a houseful of doctors and lawyers, local politicians, the upper crust of Springville society, all of Pastor John’s church ... your folk. I felt like a curiosity, an old yard-bird, a banty rooster in a field full of elegant peacocks. I was terrified that if I said hi, you would turn your back on me.”

 
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