Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
The sun was setting as they headed back to the cabin. The snow was falling gently as they walked hand in hand. “Well? What do you think of your neighbors?”
Veronica looked sad and said, “I’ve been living two blocks from Paul, I’ve been going to John’s church since I moved to the Village, and you know my neighbors better than I do.”
“Just Paul and Macy. Paul and I are recluses, and Macy wants to save us. John just watches from the sidelines and shakes his head. As for you, I think you were a recluse too. You seem all happy and outgoing but that was just with clients. The only person besides Ant and Marge you talk to is Terry and that’s because she won’t shut up.”
“I talk to you,” said Veronica. “We talked quite a bit when you were first hired, then you backed off. Why?”
Josh shrugged and finally said, “At first I thought you were the HR lady because you did my HR in-brief. I find it best to be nice to the HR lady. But then I saw you with that office next to Ant and in all his meetings ... I don’t mess with company officers.”
“Now you know I’m not HR, and I’m not a company officer. I’m a contractor with an MBA.”
“That’s when I let myself admit my feelings for you,” and he pulled her into his arms. “Nica von Köster, I love you more than I ever knew possible. You’re an entire world to me, and my mission is to make your entire world a better place for both of us.” He held her so tight when he kissed her it was hard to breathe, which was fine with Veronica.
When their lips finally parted, the moon peaked above the horizon. It showed its silvery face for a moment before diving behind the clouds. In that moment, Josh saw the glint in Veronica’s eyes and realized that he amused her somehow. “Effi Yashua Gravely, I think I’m going to let you do that.” And she pulled him to her. Her tongue shot into his mouth, fucking his mouth just like he fucked her mouth last night with his cock. Then she turned and darted up the driveway. Josh gave chase, and laughing, he ran after her.
As they were nearing Trevett Road, Josh saw a car coming up Trevett Road, coming from the left, but Veronica was looking back at Josh over her right shoulder and didn’t see it. “Stop!” he called, but she must have thought he was kidding and kept running.
That car was coming way too fast for road conditions. Its back end was sliding from side to side, barely in control. Now Josh’s call was nearly hysterical, “NICA! STOP!” Josh put on a burst of speed and dove, knocking Veronica into the enormous pile of snow at the end of the driveway. The battered old Chevy hit the snow pile and took a huge chunk out of it. Snow and ice exploded around them; the car missed Veronica by inches, it showered them with snow and chunks of solid ice.
“EFFI!” shrieked Veronica as the ancient Chevy careened down Trevett Road. She saw Josh’s face was covered in blood. She crawled to Josh and crying she said, “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding everywhere,” she demanded. “Your face is covered in blood
“I just got hit with a chunk of ice. I’m ok, head wounds bleed a lot.” He found the source of blood and held a mitten to his forehead. “It’s going to take more than some old drunk to knock me out of commission now.”
“Why?” she begged. “Why did you do that?”
He struggled to a sitting position and said, “I finally found love and I ain’t givin’ it up for nothin’.”
“You could have been killed,” she said as she helped him to his feet.
“I could have, you would have. I ain’t no stranger to dyin’, I just don’t want to be around it no more.” Josh was limping, a pain in his bad hip was aching with each step. “Wonderful. Now that acts up again,” said Josh.
“What acts up?” said Veronica. Far off in the distance was the crunching sound of a car hitting the ditch or maybe slamming into another pile of snow.
“Bad hip. My left hip got bunged up when I got bounced around on landing.”
“You should get that checked out,” insisted Veronica.
“I know. I’ve been through this before, they poke and prod and waste the whole evening and in the end they send you home with a cane and a bottle of gabapentin, which makes me dizzy and sleepy. I want to enjoy this evening with you.”
He opened the cabin door and sighed in relief as he entered his personal safe space. “If it still hurts tomorrow after church, I will go to Bertrand Chaffee. What do you want to do, get the fire going or make dinner?” He went into the kitchen sink and washed up, then he applied a huge Band-Aid to his forehead.
“I’ll make dinner, you try to get comfortable,” said Veronica.
Josh limped over to the coat hooks, took off his winter garb, then went over to the fireplace and slowly sagged to the floor in front of the fireplace. He piled up a couple of charred logs, then crumpled up some newspapers and wadded it under the charred logs. Then he added kindling and dry split logs and lit the paper. He closed the glass door with the oxygen intakes wide open and in no time at all; the fire burned merrily.
In the kitchen, Veronica found a tube of crescent rolls and some breakfast sausage. “We’re having my favorite comfort food.”
“What’s that?”
“Pigs in a blanket.” She put some breakfast sausage in a frying pan and cooked them as she unrolled the crescent roll dough. Once the sausages were cooked, she rolled them up in the dough and popped them in the oven. While they baked, she cooked some frozen French fries in the air frier and in a few minutes she carried a paper plate with pigs in a blanket and French fries to Josh. They sat on the floor wrapped in a quilt, eating their comfort food and basking in the radiant heat from the fire.
“These are awesome,” said Josh as Veronica daintily dipped her pig in a blanket in a small puddle of ketchup on her plate.
“This is what daddy made Magda and me when we were feeling lonely. Saturdays were the worst.”
“Why?”
“Saturdays we would do something with mom, she would take Magda and me to dance class then we’d go out for ice cream or pizza. It was a girl’s day out. Then she disappeared and poor daddy didn’t know what to do with us. He’d try; he’d take us to dance class, but it wasn’t the same. Whenever we were stuck at home, we’d end up watching Bugs Bunny or Disney movies and eating pigs in a blanket and for some reason that cheered us up.”
“What happened to your mom?” asked Josh.
Veronica mumbled and looked embarrassed. Josh prodded again, and she finally blurted out, “she ran off with the milkman.”
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