Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
They slept peacefully. This was their first night together in an actual bed, and they slept soundly. Veronica slept better than she had in years, happy that the man that has been in her dreams for a year was now in her bed. Josh woke occasionally with an anxious feeling that this was all a dream, that he was sucked out of a shattered AC-130 and was falling to his death over some god forsaken shithole. He was terrified that this was a dying dream soon to be interrupted by a sudden high-speed impact with the planet Earth. Each time that thought woke him, he would reach out to touch the woman he cared for so deeply and his anxiety was washed away. She was real! Reassured, he went back to sleep.
As the morning sunrise lit up the room, Josh woke and spent long patient moments looking at her, drinking in her beauty, basking in her smile. He opened his mouth and almost said it; he wanted to shout it, but it’s only been a couple of days ... or has it been longer? They both hinted at the feelings that were washing over them and both were stunned that love found them. Now it’s a matter of handling the baggage that comes with it.
All those months, looking for excuses to walk past her office just to see her, feeling like a lovesick teenager, sometimes feeling like a stalker. But many times, she’d look up from her work and smile and softly say, “Effie!” and if she wasn’t busy, she’d invite him in. If she invited him in, he would find an excuse to politely turn down her invitation with an excuse about work, always about his next project, until one day when she said, “I won’t bite.” He grinned and responded, “Maybe that’s why I’m not in there.” That’s when their relationship got interesting.
Then her eyes fluttered open, and she saw his eyes studying her face. “Mmm ... good morning!” she said as they pulled each other close for a morning kiss.
“Morning Nica.”
She snuggled up close and used his chest for a pillow. She listened to his heartbeat for a full minute, marveling at how satisfying it was to do this, and how sad it was that she had to wait so long to discover it. “What do you want for breakfast?” she asked.
“You.”
“You had that for a midnight snack. I’m craving food.”
“We just ate...” He looked at his watch. “Holy crap! It’s after ten!”
Veronica nodded and smiled. “We’ve been more active than normal lately.” She waggled her perfect eyebrows at him.
Josh chuckled then said, “What do you say we clear your driveway, get your land yacht off the street and go start our date over at Sally Ann’s and get brunch there?” He kissed her head and marveled at how nice her hair smelled.
“If you can get my snow blower started, I’ll get coffee started and we’ll do just that.”
“Deal!”
Josh was dressed and outside in Veronica’s garage in moments. He found that the snow blower had a 110-volt starter. A 110-volt starter should be powerful enough to start a dead horse. He plugged the extension cord into the wall outlet and the snow blower’s starter, primed the carb, set the choke, set the throttle, then he hit the start button and nothing happened. Starting the snow blower should have been a simple job, except for some reason, safety gizmos were added to the starting process and Josh had to figure out all the different safety gizmos. He was a southern boy, so he never had to play with a snow blower, but after a few minutes of study, he decided they’re equivalent to a brush hog that was designed for someone that was too stupid to safely operate a can opener.
His problem was with all the dumbass safety gizmos. He believed that the intent was to keep you from getting your leg chewed off by making it impossible to start the motor. When he figured out the right combination of abusive threats on the lives of the designers and prayers to be divinely held back from carrying out those threats, the motor coughed to life on the seventh try. He had to keep a lever squeezed to keep the motor running, so he fixed that with a length of duct tape. As the snow blower purred and warmed up, Josh cleared the back steps with a shovel and finished as Veronica came out with two insulated coffee cups. He could tell by the smell that Veronica had added a dash of Irish whiskey to the coffee, a little something to ward off the cold.
“Why is it running while you’re not over there?” she asked as Josh sipped his coffee.
“Must be a problem with it, I’ll take a look.”
She walked over to the snow blower and saw the duct tape holding the safety grip closed and frowned at Josh. He came over and said, “I see you found the problem. I knew it wasn’t something serious.” And he went back to shoveling the steps.
The driveway itself wasn’t that hard of a project. It’s only one car wide and Veronica was a wizard with her snowblower. She used it with the skill that comes from living alone for years and having to dig out from dozens of snowstorms. The real job was the mountain at the end of the driveway left by the snowplow that cleared the street. Luckily it was piled up recently, and it hasn’t frozen solid, so while Veronica cleared the driveway with the machine, Josh attacked Mount von Köster with a snow shovel and a garden shovel. He used the straight-bladed garden shovel to chop the mountain into smaller chunks, then the snow shovel to toss the chunks to the side. He started by cutting a path through the center of the mountain, then began working from the street side of the pile while Veronica cleared the driveway and sidewalk.
After about an hour, Veronica was done with the driveway and sidewalks and began to claw at the portions of Mount von Köster that Josh hadn’t shoveled away yet. With the vast hole in the middle of the mountain, Veronica could gnaw away at the massive snow pile until it was gone. Soon they finished the entire job and ended up with two gigantic mountains of snow guarding the entrance to the driveway. Josh took a selfie of them standing in front of their new mountain, cheeks red from the cold, huge smiles from having completed their first task together at her house.
With Veronica’s SUV tucked away in the garage, they climbed into Josh’s Jeep, and they headed off to their first date which started with Sally Ann’s, a little restaurant/flea market in the old B&O Railroad freight station up on Main Street. “Well, what do you think?” asked Josh as he led her down the old freight platform decorated with inexpertly made wooden crates and an actual railroad baggage handling wagon.
“It’s so ... kitschy!” she said in excitement as they entered and looked around the former B&O freight warehouse. “I don’t believe I’ve never been here; I love it! I can get a lot of ideas here.”
Sally Ann’s was a combination of an eatery and a garage sale, and the locals love it. Items of all sorts and make filled the old freight station that was built over a hundred years ago. The silverware, dishware, and drink ware used for food service were all mismatched “orphans” which blended in with the atmosphere.
“This doesn’t look like your kind of place at all,” said Josh, a bit surprised. “What I’ve seen so far, your house is beautifully decorated. This place is kind of like the opposite.” Which was true. This place had everything from washboards to surfboards, but on the other hand Veronica’s house was beautiful, thoughtfully decorated, what little he saw of it.
Veronica just looked at him and shook her head. “A diamond mine isn’t a basket full of diamonds, you must dig for them. At first glance I can see three pieces that I would just love. Like that lamp over there, with a proper shade it would look beautiful on my sun porch.”
“I can’t wait to see your sun porch,” said Josh.
“Oh gosh! I haven’t shown you the house yet!” Veronica suddenly realized how bad of a hostess she was. “I’m so sorry!”
“Hey, calm down,” Josh laughed. “We just got sprung, let’s concentrate on today and enjoy a meal we didn’t have to scrounge from other people’s lunches.”
“Ok,” laughed Veronica, “let’s not talk about any future plans for the next twenty-four hours.”
“We are going snowmobiling tomorrow, aren’t we?”
“I think those plans were set before the boycott,” said Veronica. “A night in your cabin and a day snowmobiling.”
“Absolutely. No worries about the day after tomorrow.” smiled Josh. He wasn’t sure where that came from, but it was a good idea. “Let’s concentrate on now. We can worry about later, later.”
In addition to regular restaurant fare, Sally Ann’s was also a bakery offering various breads, buns, bagels, and muffins. They had a delicious brunch of waffles and “Unmanly but delicious European coffee” as Josh put it. Then he pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. “Hey buddy, are you in your cabin? Everyone? Cool! Can I impose on you? I’m going to spend the night tonight, can I ask you to plow my ... she did? Really? That’s awesome! Love ya brother!”
“What was that?” asked Veronica.
“I called Paul to ask if he’d plow out my cabin’s driveway, and he already got it. Andi plowed it out yesterday.”
“Andi plowed it out?” asked a shocked Veronica. She was shocked that the tiny woman could operate a tractor. “They’re at the cabin?”
“They’re having a blizzard party. Paul loves locking himself in his cabin for a blizzard. The fresh snow is perfect for a snowmobile.”
“I can’t wait to ask Andi about her wedding cruise,” gushed Veronica as she sipped her cappuccino.
“That’s not a future plan is it?” taunted Josh.
“Of course not!” insisted Veronica. “It’s a social necessity.”
“That only works because you’re so cute in a knit snow cap with kitty ears.”
Ten miles away in Paul Jarecki’s cabin, Andi Jarecki saw the confused look on her new husband’s face. “What’s wrong honey?”
Paul put down his cell phone and scratched his head. “That was Josh ... he sounded ... happy.”
“So?”
“He’s never happy. He called to ask me to plow his driveway because he’s going to be here tonight...”
“So?”
Paul looked even more confused. “He ended the call with ‘Love ya brother.’”
The crowded cabin went silent. Newly hired governess Yi-jin Carlson said, “So?”
“Something’s up,” said Paul, then he saw the grin on his sister-in-law’s face. “You know don’t you!”
“I cannot reveal something that was said to me in confession,” said Macy, her grin growing wider.
“You’re not a priest; you’re a protestant minister and you don’t say confession. What’s up?”
“It’s just a guess, based on a rumor.” She turned to the twins and said, “Girls! Let’s go gather some eggs for our neighbor Mister Josh.”
“YAY!” Any chance to see the chickens was better than a trip to the zoo for Sandy and Madeline. They now have a hen house full of pets and some you can even pet!
After brunch, Josh and Veronica went for a leisurely shopping tour of Sally Ann’s nick-knacks and sundries. Josh bought the lamp that Veronica pointed out and a half dozen assorted muffins. Although they banned talk on future plans for the next twenty-four hours, the muffins were physical evidence that there would be breakfast together tomorrow in the cabin. “Are you ready for Chestnut Ridge?” asked Josh.
“Yes! Uh ... what’s Chestnut ridge?” asked Veronica.
“You’ve been here for years, and you don’t know what it is?” asked Josh as he helped her into his Jeep.
“Welllllll...”
“It’s a county park, and it’s gorgeous. A lot of poor saps come out of Buffalo and think it’s the wilderness. It really is beautiful, but it’s been tamed. Hills, trees, streams ... and it is simply beautiful in the fall.”
“How come I never heard of it?” asked Veronica.
“You don’t watch TV or listen to the radio, so you’ve missed any story or ad for the park. The Buffalo Philharmonic even plays concerts there.”
“Buffalo has a Philharmonic?”
Josh stared at her in shock. “You didn’t know? In November they’re doing Gershwin, and in December there will be the Holiday Pops concert. I never miss that one...”
“You listen to Gershwin...” said Veronica, more out of shock than anything.
“I love all the classics, Gershwin, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, George Jones, Bach, Beethoven, Johnny Cash ... I have tickets to the philharmonic in April for their Dvorak symphony. I doubt Paul is going to want to go now what with kids and all.”
For some reason, Veronica was thinking of a high school band quality orchestra. She couldn’t picture a full-bodied symphony orchestra in a town like Buffalo. “Are they good?” she finally asked.
“I like them, they’re better than Denver, I’d say on par with Philadelphia. I’ve been told they were at their best when Michael Tilson Thomas was conducting. Do you know Melissa Kraft? She plays piano at John’s church. Her son plays first chair in Atlanta. She can probably answer your questions better than I can.”
To Veronica, this was amazing. Josh talking intelligently about classical music and symphony orchestras? It’s like buying a house and discovering that there’s an indoor swimming pool in the back rec-room. “What do you want to do this summer?” asked Veronica.
“Besides the kids campout? I would really like to learn how to sail. Paul comes back from Florida every year talking about sailing and how awesome it is, I’d like to give it a try.”
Veronica thought back to the huge Christmas party that Paul and Andi threw at their immense house. “Are they always so crazy about Christmas?”
“Yeah...” said Josh. “Paul is CRAZY about Christmas. I sure hope Andi doesn’t lay the Grinch on him. He has permanent Christmas lights on his house that he changes for the seasons and football games. He’s got five acres of Blue Spruce just to raise that enormous tree for his house. Only he and John know where the trees are at. They have Saint Nicholas Day parties, and New Years parties, a big Boxing Day gift hand out, and Christmas doesn’t end until January 5, which is the twelfth day of Christmas. I kinda wanted to go to the Pajama Party this year now that he has kidlets.”
“Pajama Party?” asked Veronica.
“Yeah, Paul has Christmas Eve pajama parties, him and Gus and John and Macy sit up all night and wrap presents for Boxing Day and each other. Macy says they’re silly and fun and I missed two in a row. I don’t know if Andi is going to put up with something like that.” said Josh as they turned into Chestnut Ridge Park.
“I don’t think Andi is a grinch,” said Veronica. “She loved their Christmas dinner.” They drove around the enormous park and Josh pointed out a few things.
“It is so much prettier in the summer with the trees in full leaf, or in autumn with all the colors. In the winter I use it as a shortcut when the 219 expressway is closed.”
“I seem to miss autumn every year,” sighed Veronica sadly. “I get involved in a project and I don’t see anything else around me. When I lift my head up, all the leaves are gone.”
“That’s kind of sad,” said Josh. “It’s a pretty world out here.”
“Show me.”
Now Josh was wondering if Veronica was begging him to share this beautiful area or daring him. He pulled into the parking area at the concession stand and said, “Challenge accepted.”
“Where to?” asked Veronica as they got out of the truck. Josh pointed to the top of the distant hill. On that distant hill were two green buildings on stilts, each one had two slides sticking out the front. “Where do we get the toboggan?”
“We rent them here at the concession stand or we bring one from home,” said Josh.
“I take it you don’t have one at home?”
“No,” said Josh. “Not at home.” They got a smaller toboggan and started up the hill.
Tobogganing at Chestnut Ridge Park is a winter activity that has been part of Erie County for ninety years. At the top of the hill, two buildings stand on twenty-foot-tall stilts. Each building has two toboggan ramps coming down at a 45-degree angle emptying out onto a hill. It looked like an Olympic ski jump facility to Josh. He’s been around the world and been in a lot of crazy situations, but this attraction to snow and ice that these northerners have is beyond him. Veronica had never seen such a thing, but being a bit of a snow bunny, this looked like fun to her.
Josh carried their toboggan up the stairs to the “launch control facility” where the toboggan was placed on a metal rack that was lined up with that ramp that appeared to be a vertical drop to him now. “Has either one of you ever been here before?” the operator asked. Getting a negative response, he asked, “Has either one of you ever been tobogganing or sledding before?”
“I have,” answered Veronica. She hugged Josh’s arm and said, “He’s from South Georgia, he doesn’t know what fun is.”
“Oh? Where abouts?”
“Saint Mary’s,” said Josh, who was still studying that drop looming under them.
“Small world! I’m from Nahunta,” said the operator, extending a clenched fist, and when they fist bumped, they both said, “Go Dawgs!”
“Yay Buckeyes,” Veronica said in a small voice.
“Did you go to Ohio State?” asked Josh.
“Uh huh, I was a cheerleader.”
“Go Buckeyes!” cried Josh. “What’s a buckeye?”
The Operator placed the toboggan on the launch chute and instructed Josh and Veronica on how to sit on a toboggan and gave them the required safety briefing. Since Veronica had experienced tobogganing in the past, she sat up front, which didn’t make much sense to Josh, but he got to hold her as they settled on the toboggan. It felt good to have his arms and legs wrapped around her. “Ok! Are you ready?” asked the operator.
“Yeah!” called Veronica.
“I’ll launch you on three, ok? ONE! ... TWO!...” With a bang and a whoosh, they were hurtling down the two-story tall ramp, gaining speed as they hurdled downward.
“What the hell happened to three?” demanded Josh as they sailed down the ramp. The end of the ramp came up at them with blinding speed then with a bump, they came off the ramp and were now shooting down the hill, kept in a straight line by metal rails in the snow to either side of them as they hurdled down the hill.
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