Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
Over the months, Josh and Veronica’s love grew. Long days at work throughout the week, followed by romantic weekends in the cabin. The winter was harsh, and spring in Western New York has its own misery. Warm days melted snow, which created mud everywhere, so when they ventured out to Cabin #8 to take measurements and plan their work activities for later in the spring, they both wore hip waders to keep the mud splattering on their clothes to a minimum.
Several times Gus and Lucy came over to the house for dinner and to shoot pool while Tigger had to watch from his kennel. No feline helping was allowed. The Jareckis were frequent visitors, and the twins insisted on stopping by to visit their friend Tigger whenever their governess Yi took them for a walk. Veronica continued to practice dancing at Paul and Andi’s house in the huge empty room known as the library. Her coach, Mitch, also helped Josh and he learned the basics of ballroom dancing.
For several weeks, Andi and Paul Jarecki were out of town, and they took Macy, the twins, and their governess Yi with them to Denver to close out Andi’s apartment. Josh and Veronica were taking care of the house and making sure that Pastor John was fed and they even had him over for Eight Ball nights with Gus and Lucy. Paul’s service dog, a chocolate lab named Wonka, was lonely, so Josh and Veronica moved in and spent a lot of time in the Jarecki’s gym and amazing shower room. Several times they made love in a gentle warm rain shower that the shower/steam room was able to provide.
On the day the Jareckis were scheduled to return, Josh was working on plans for an upcoming expansion for a client when Veronica poked her nose in Josh’s office. “We have to go.”
Josh looked at the clock. It was four thirty on Friday and the building was empty. It was about a half hour past quitting time, but it was still early for either of them to leave the building. They usually arrived before any of Josh’s workers arrived and they left after everyone else did. “What’s up?” asked Josh. “It’s not like you to leave before five.”
“I don’t know,” said Veronica. “Lucy called and said everyone needs to get to Worzils, as soon as possible. She was pretty excited about it.”
“Paul, Andi and Macy were supposed to be home by now, maybe Lucy is throwing a welcome home party for our world travelers.” Paul sighed. That meant that Wonka, who became his buddy, was going back to Paul.
“I can’t believe they drove all the way home,” said Veronica. Their friends flew out to Minot, North Dakota, for a ceremony on the nearby Air Force base. A friend of Paul’s was assuming command of the missile wing up there. From there they drove to Bismark ND to visit Andi’s grandparents, then drove to the black hills to see Mount Rushmore, then drove to Denver, where they closed out Andi’s apartment. After that, they drove all the way back to Western New York.
“Paul told me they were trailering Andi’s car back,” said Josh, still not looking up from his computer monitor.
“Ah-Hem!”
Josh looked up and saw that Veronica had her coat on and was carrying her laptop in a messenger bag, a briefcase, and her purse. “Oh, you want to go now. I get it.” He signed off, closed up his laptop, then pulled on his coat. They went out the back door, making sure they had everything before letting the door close and lock. “We haven’t done fish fry in a long time,” said Josh.
“I gain a pound every time we have it,” complained Veronica as she climbed into Josh’s truck.
“So? Get the smaller portion.
“Would you be satisfied with the smaller portion?” demanded Veronica. Worzil’s fish fry was one of the best in Erie County, and if Veronica got a smaller portion, she would end up eating half of Josh’s dinner.
“I’m sure you’ll run it off when the weather gets nicer,” said Josh.
Veronica spent a lot of time jogging on Andi’s tread mill and was making plans to make a running path in Josh’s woods. “Why don’t you like running?” she asked.
“Oh, I think it’s a great hobby if you have somebody behind you with a knife.”
“You’re silly.” She set up a mobile Wi-Fi hotspot on her phone, pulled out her laptop and got twenty minutes of work in as Josh drove up to Springville. The snow was mostly gone except for large piles of snow that were left by snowplows. Those piles were hard to identify as snow piles. They were covered with black dirt and melting quickly. All the ditches on the side of the road were quick running rivulets, the kind Josh would play in as a boy or as a grownup if nobody was watching.
Josh avoided the fast road, the 219 Expressway, and if asked why, he would say that the engineers who planned that road took special care to avoid any and all scenery. Josh took the roads that wound through valleys and crossed over large hills. Josh could see the change come over western New York, the farmers planning for spring planting, the calves the dairy farmers were producing, the foals the horse breeders at the Cole Hill Ranch turned out to kick up their young hooves.
“Where to? Home or Worzils?” asked Josh as they eased into town.
“Worzils, Lucy says everyone is there.”
“They sure are! Holy crap,” said Josh as he saw the parking lot. It was packed. Of course, it wasn’t a very large parking lot to begin with. In the end they went home, dropped off their laptops and stuff, then walked hand in hand the four blocks to Worzil’s Bar and Grille.
Worzil’s was a Springville fixture. It was opened in the 1920s as Worzil’s Pub and changed hands in the decades that followed. Occasionally a new owner would name it something trendy, but everyone continued to call it Worzil’s, so following owners named it Worzil’s and occasionally changed the spelling of Grill in the Bar and Grill portion of the name. Sometimes ‘and’ was replaced with an ampersand, and the spelling of Grill often became Grille.
Entering Worzils, they found a crowd of folks from church. The crowd parted and there were Andi and Macy, seated at the head of a table like two queens of old. The Women of Springville were clustered around Andi and Macy, chatting excitedly while their husbands, Paul and John, stood behind them looking happy but dazed. Veronica’s pal Lucy crouched between Andi and Macy, whispering to them. “What’s going on?” whispered Josh to Veronica. “I know they were gone for weeks but this...”