Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
Snow was still falling gently on the village of Springville, lightly covering the remaining Christmas decorations. They weren’t up because Springville was stretching the holiday season. The remaining decorations were wreaths and garlands with white lights, which celebrated winter rather than Christmas. At least that’s the story. It’s cold, so why force the village workers to be out in the cold taking down decorations that didn’t need to come down right away? The decorations became part of the village and attracted shoppers away from the big box stores out on US 219 and into the heart of the village, where little local stores still survived.
Even though it was Saturday, Johnson’s feed store opened early. Johnsons had two compelling reasons to open early on Saturday: the farmers still need feed for their cattle, and they always open early on Saturday. Josh led Veronica into the store and the front room was full of amazing gadgets. Washboards and watering cans. Kitchen utensils from a bygone day, garden tools that predate plastic. The room was heated by a potbelly parlor stove, and in front of the stove was an old couple. The old man was studying a crossword puzzle, and the old woman was knitting. “Whatcha knitting Grandma Lacy?” asked Josh as they entered.
“Seven letter word for warm garment, ends in R,” said the old man.
“Sweater,” said Veronica.
“There’s a couple of new girls from down south in Sunday school,” said Grandma Lacy. “Doctor Paul got himself twin daughters! I’m knitting them sweaters to keep them warm.”
Josh chuckled and said, “Grandma, they’re from Denver. That’s only down south to a Canadian.”
“Fort Erie Ontario is south of Buffalo,” muttered the old man.
“Veronica, this is Grandma Lacy and Grandpa Archie. They were here sitting around a campfire and someone built a feed store around them.”
“Absolutely right,” said Archie. “We got some nice potato ricers in stock the other day.”
“I have one,” said Veronica. “But I will be back for that copper kettle!”
Josh led her back to a larger room where there was a gun counter and several racks of outdoor clothing. “It’s not the best stocked place but I would rather spend my money here than at a big box store.”
A tall middle age man entered the sporting goods area and said, “Can I help you?”
“Dave, Miss von Köster would like some cold weather gear, we’re going snowmobiling and snow shoeing. Maybe we’ll get skis later and do some cross-country skiing. Veronica, this is Dave Johnson. Where’s Kenny?”
“We should have some cold weather gear in your size,” said Dave. “Doc Jarecki nearly cleaned us out a week ago. He’s got a new governess and chef working for him and Kenny went with them for the blizzard party.” Dave smiled. “You can say the lad’s twitterpated.”
Veronica hugged Josh and said, “That seems to be going around this winter.”
They returned to the cabin with Veronica’s purchases and dressed for a day in the cold. “If Kenny brought his sled out here, then we’ll probably meet him on the trail,” said Josh as he showed Veronica how to fasten her bright purple chrome helmet.
“I feel like an astronaut,” she said, but she was muffled by the helmet.
“Here, squeeze the sides,” said Josh, placing her hands on the sides of the face plate. When she squeezed, the clear face shield popped up and the heavy chin guard slid down.
“That’s so cool, I feel like an astronaut in that,” said Veronica.
“Wait until we get going, our helmets have built-in microphone and speakers.” He plugged a Baofeng radio jail-broken to FRS frequencies into her helmet and clipped it to the front of her jacket. “When you seal up your helmet the radio kicks in.”
“This is too cool,” said Veronica as she followed Josh out of the cabin and back behind his truck. He hoisted two five-gallon jerry cans full of gasoline out of the back of the gladiator. Josh opened the garage door and there sat an ancient Jeep with a canvas top. “That looks like it came from the set of MA*SH,” she said as she studied the ancient Jeep.
“It’s a 1948 Willys CJ2A, all original, the only thing I added was a block heater so it’s easier to start in the winter. It’s registered as an Antique, so inspectors are a little kinder to me when it’s time to have it inspected.”
“Can I drive it?” asked Veronica.
“Can you drive a stick?”
“I can learn.”
“Then I’ll be happy to teach you when it gets a bit warmer, and the snow is gone. Those army tires are horrible in the snow.”
Behind the jeep was another stall and in there was a rowboat lying on its side, the keel facing Veronica. In front of that was a tarp covered object. Josh opened the side garage door and said, “Remember that signing bonus Anthony gave me?” He removed the tarp and there sat a big silver and blue snowmobile. As Josh stowed their snowshoes in the cargo box on the back of the snowmobile and topped it off with gas, he said, “Two thousand twenty-three Yamaha Sidewinder SRX. Let me get it out of here before you get on, ok?”
“Ok,” she said, and she watched him top it off with gas. He didn’t just top it off, he taught her how.
“These jerry cans are really heavy, so over there is a smaller plastic can with gas you can use if you need to use the Sidewinder.” He got on the snowmobile and closed up his helmet and gestured to Veronica to close hers up, too. When she did, she heard a click of the radio being connected and she heard Josh over the radio. “Kill switch to run, choke out, key on, then off, then on again to let the electric fuel pump dump some gas in the cylinders, and turn to start.”
The snowmobile roared to life but sputtered. “We still have a manual choke,” and Josh played with it until the engine was running smoothly. “Transmission to forward,” he said as he reached down and clicked a switch, then he squeezed the thumb throttle and eased it out of the garage.
Veronica slipped behind him and found that the cargo box behind her was padded and could be used as a seat back. “Hold on tight,” said Josh. “This thing is incredibly powerful, and the nose will come off the ground if I hit the throttle.”
“Ok,” she said and hung on tight.
Josh started out slowly, heading toward the boat house on the edge of the pond. On their left, the ground rose. “Our septic tank is under the back of the cabin, this is the leech field, and to your left you’ll see a pipe sticking out of the side of the hill, that’s a natural spring.”
They turned to the pond and, keeping the edge of the pond to their left, Josh said, “There’s a pontoon boat in the boat house. This area here is a sandy beach, it’s great for swimming in the summer, and the dock is a great place to fish or lay out and get some sun.”
“Is the ice thick enough to walk on?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t checked it. I can get the drill out and check later.”
“That’s ok, I prefer to skate on the rink in the park across the street from me ... from us.”
“Will you teach me to skate?” asked Josh.
“Of course!”
“Then I’ll get a pair of skates on Monday.”
They cruised around the south end of the pond. A wall of pine trees to their right was a privacy wall, hiding them from Trevett road. Soon they were in the forest, following a road. “This road was pretty overgrown, but I cleared it with the old jeep and a brush hog.”
“How did you do that?” asked Veronica. She has a little knowledge of how brush hogs work, and they’re just massive mowers driven by the tractor that pulls them.
“The jeep has a PTO and a three-point hitch. It’s more tractor than vehicle. That cabin there, number seven, that’s where Ant, Marj, and the kids stay.” He pointed out a large rectangular cabin with several windows that were shuttered closed and a big stone chimney.
“Is that the cabin on the lake Ant says that he takes the kids to?”
“That’s the one,” said Josh. He drove past the next large cabin. It was similar to Ant’s cabin, a plain one-story log cabin with a stone chimney. The windows were covered with plywood. “This one is for the kids this summer. It needs windows, floor, and the wiring fixed. Each cabin has a kitchen area, a bedroom for the adults, and bunk beds in the common room for the kids. We put foot lockers and picnic tables inside for the kids. Behind the cabins are fire pits and barbeques.”
“There’s so many trees!” gushed Veronica as she marveled at the branches above.
“Wait until summer, this is all shaded heavily.” They drove around a big loop. “In autumn these trees are bright red, it’s amazing.” There was a pavilion style roof at the end of the loop. “I fixed the roof here. It’s, I think, an auditorium. It won’t take much to turn into a picnic pavilion.”
In the center of the loop was a large pile of logs. “Those logs are from cabins that were knocked down. I’m going to do something with them ... there’s a cabin that’s half standing, maybe rebuild that.”
“What’s that open area over there?” Veronica pointed to their right. It was a large round area with a chain-link fence protecting it from the road. “It looks like a softball diamond to me.”
“I never really looked at it in the winter before, in the summer it’s usually overgrown with weeds. I think you’re right,” said Josh.
They continued around the loop and Josh pointed out the camping spots he would like to build for RVs. “I don’t have room for huge RVs here, twenty footers, pop-ups, and tents are what I would like to see here.” They continued around the loop and were headed toward the north end of the pond. Even with the deep snow, Veronica could tell they were at a T intersection. To the right, it looked like a bridge. There were wooden guardrails on each side of the road. To the left was the back end of cabin #7, Ant’s cabin.
“Let’s do a quick lap or two,” said Josh. With that, he opened the throttle and headed left. After making the left turn to complete the lap in front of Ant’s cabin, he slammed the throttle open. The engine roared, and the skis came up off the snow as Veronica squeezed Josh tight and screamed in excitement. They raced around the loop, making two full laps, each one quicker than the last. When he came up to the bridge, he stopped the sled and said, “I love that loop. It’s one of the reasons why I bought this land. I ride my mountain bike around that loop in the summer.”
Calming from the racing around the loop, Veronica panted, “It would be nice to jog on. How big is that loop?”
“A bit over a quarter mile. Let’s go see the rest of the land,” said Josh and he turned right. “We’re crossing over the outflow of the pond. The pond is filled by a small creek, spring water, rain, and melting snow and in the spring, this road may flood over.”
Veronica looked and to the right, she saw a steep walled ditch with a creek at the bottom. “Does the pond flood?”
“A little, there’s a control dam to your left,” said Josh, and Veronica looked, but everything was covered with snow. On the north end of the huge pond, the woods were no longer leafed trees, they were evergreens, fir and pine trees. There was a small cabin very close to the edge of the pond surrounded by thick hemlock trees. “This cabin is almost done. It still needs a new dock on the pond.” He stopped the snowmobile, and they got off. Unlocking the door, he opened it and said, “What do you think?”
Veronica looked around. There was a door and two windows that opened to a porch on the pond side of the cabin. It wasn’t big, but it had a good-sized fireplace and a bunk bed on the west wall. The east wall was a kitchen area. “It’s an awesome fishing cabin; my dad would love it!” gushed Veronica.
“Then let’s bring him up and get his opinion of what it needs.”
“Really? Could he camp here?”
“If he wanted to.” They bumped helmets as they hugged. “I can’t wait to meet him,” said Josh.
“I’m sure he’ll say the same thing when I tell him about you.”
Leaving the fishing cabin, they climbed back on the snowmobile and headed around the north end of the pond. The trees here go right up to the edge of the water. One large tree hung out over the surface of the pond and a rope swing hung from a branch down to the snow on the surface of the pond. “The end of that rope swing is a foot or two off the surface of the water,” said Josh when Veronica sounded excited about it. “I take it that you like swimming?”
“I love swimming, jogging, fishing, making love outdoors...”
“I will try to give you as much of all of those as I can.”
The road continued west, and they were past the pond; the ground rose, and the road made a sweeping hundred and eighty degree turn and headed east, climbing above the pond. “I think this was a hiking path for the scouts,” said Josh. There was another wide turn, and they were heading west. “We’re climbing a hill, it’s not a huge, tall hill but it looks like the scouts hiked up this path.”
“What makes you say that?”