Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
“Just calling to remind you that we’re taking a personal day today,” said Veronica to her boss on the phone.
“Ok, Miss von Köster,” said Anthony Friedman. “I’m sure it’s a doctor’s appointment or something like that, right?”
“You know I can’t say that. You can’t even ask that.”
“Ok, I just wanted you to know that several of our company tickets are missing.” Andalon Data Systems had season tickets they used as rewards for hard work and to entertain clients.
“I will look into that when I get back, sir. You know those guys in sales,” Veronica said as she made sure their tickets were in her purse.
“I’m sure you will. Have a good afternoon.”
She and Josh prepared for another exciting date. Last week it was the opera, La Traviata. Josh even rented a tux for the event and he looked so good in that tux they almost didn’t make it out of the house. To her surprise, Josh loved the opera and Veronica was shocked to hear him softly singing along with the aria “De’ miei bollenti spiriti” (Of my hot spirits) “You know this aria?” she asked in a soft whisper.
“Shhh! Doesn’t everybody?”
Over the weeks, they found each other was filled with surprises, and it was a joy for Veronica and Josh to discover the surprises their lover had hidden within. Veronica thrilled Josh by showing her tomboy side. While she wasn’t crazy about hockey, she adored baseball and football. She loved fishing and Paul Jarecki confirmed that and even said that he took her to his secret fishing spot on Cattaraugus Creek. She hasn’t hunted yet, but she claims she wants to try. As for Josh, he loves to go to the movies with Veronica, and loves dramas, especially the classics; Casablanca, African Queen, Gone with the Wind, and How Green Was My Valley. He was the perfect escort for her to high end business dinners and he looked incredible in suit and tie. And he loved opera, was passionate about classical music, and would go to the philharmonic at the drop of a hat. He even tolerated ballet and was slowly coming along with ballroom dancing.
Today was a big day! They both had a larger than usual breakfast because they were going to be busy. They grabbed their jackets and hats, Josh in Atlanta Braves and Veronica in Pittsburgh Pirates, collected their backpack, mitts and a few balls and headed out. “I love this day,” said Veronica as they headed north on the 219. “My daddy used to take me to the Erie Sea Wolves all the time. Even after I was in the pageants and college we would go to the games.”
“What team did you see in Ohio?” asked Josh.
“The Columbus Clippers. They’re the farm team for the Indians.”
“Guardians,” said Josh.
“Fuck that...” Veronica covered her mouth and was about to say, ‘sorry’ but caught herself. “Indians!” she repeated. “Ok, Big Chief Wahoo was rude, but if they can’t think of something better than Guardians, the fans should insist on Indians.”
“The space force calls themselves Guardians,” laughed Josh. “I wish I was still in the Air Force just so I could give the Space Force ‘Guardians’ some grief.”
“How would you do that?” said Veronica, prodding him on.
“First, greet them with ‘Hey Spaceman’ and when they say, ‘GUARDIAN’ I’d ask, ‘Oh? You’re playing for Cleveland?’ and if that’s not enough I’d ask, ‘What do we call a female Guardian? ... a Governess?’ The possibilities are endless.”
“You’re so cruel,” said Veronica with a laugh.
“It’s a military thing. We taunt and tease. Really give each other grief, but it’s all in fun.” Josh chuckled and continued. “I went into the American Legion and some of the Army boys were giving me grief. They heard I was Air Force and started saying I was part of the Chairborne Infantry and crap like that. They were bragging on jumping out of airplanes and shooting cannons. Then they asked me what I did in the Air Force. I told them that half of my time was spent loading nuclear bombs and cruise missiles on B-52s in forty below weather in North Dakota. Instant respect! Nobody else on earth would want to do that.”
“Did they ever ask about the second half of your career?” asked Veronica.
“Yeah, I told ‘em I was a gunner on an AC-130 and that always gets me a few beers from the infantry. They love having air cover that considers a one oh five millimeter howitzer a sniper rifle.”
Veronica smiled as they exited the expressway onto Main Street and headed west on Main Street toward Buffalo. “I once had a boyfriend that was a submarine commander. He was so anal about everything, it drove me crazy! You were never like that, were you?”
“A submariner and a bomb loader can be compared to each other,” said Josh. “It took me quite a while after I got out to understand that if I did something wrong, nobody was going to die. It’s a hard lesson to learn sometimes.”
“Was that what it was with Sid?” asked Veronica.
“Could be, but he may have just been a jerk to start with. Both jobs teach you over and over, one wrong move and people die. Lots of people. It’s a hard mindset to break in the civilian world and it drives employers nuts.”
“So you would be in a brotherhood with submariners?”
“Oh Hell No!” said Josh. “I mean, manning a submarine is a tough job ... one hundred sixty men head out to sea, not knowing if they’d ever return...”
“True,” sighed Veronica.
“And eighty couples return,” said Josh with a grin and he put on his aviator sunglasses.
“You’re horrible!” Veronica gushed, and she punched Josh in the arm.
They pulled into the University at Buffalo south campus and found a parking spot in a vast parking lot. Their spot was far from the campus buildings but close to a small building that had enormous wall mounted vending machines and two sets of double doors. Josh stuck his bank card in a vending machine, selected two, and two tickets were vended. They entered the building, which was merely a cover for the escalators and stairs that led deep underground. The escalators were incredibly steep, but eventually they reached the Niagara Frontier Transit Authority subway. The subway comprised seven miles of track, from this terminus all the way to the shore of Lake Erie in a straight line.
Josh and Veronica have taken this trip several times already this year. The subway goes straight to Buffalo’s theater district where it becomes a street level trolly. They’ve been to concerts and plays that were mere yards from the trolly stop where they can get off. It makes parking easy and abundant, and because the trolly stops running before midnight it prevents accidentally detouring to a hopping nightclub especially on a work night.
They were in a crowded car, and the riders were excited. Everyone was heading to the same location. As soon as they got above ground, Veronica made a quick call on her cell phone then said to Josh, “They were on the train ahead of us and are waiting for us.” It was hard to hear her because everyone in the car was singing.
... buy me some peanuts and Crackerjack, I don’t care if I never get back...
They got off the trolley at Sahlen Field. “God, it’s so perfect!” gushed Josh as he admired the architecture. “This field looks like it was built for a 1920’s crowd and baseball team but with modern conveniences.”
“And it’s named for a hotdog,” added Ayato Tanaka, as Josh and Veronica met up with Ayato and Julissa.
“Best dog ah ever et,” said Josh, his accent in full bloom. He handed a pair of tickets to Ayato, who thanked them profusely.
“I’ve never been able to go to Opening Day,” said Ayato.
“The best day for the greatest game on earth,” added Julissa.
Soon loaded down with enormous cups of Flying Bison Beer and foot long Sahlen’s hotdogs, they entered the stadium and found their seats. In the row ahead of them sat Paul, Andi, John and Macy Jarecki. Next to them were Gus Didomissio and Lucy Kosis.
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