Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
That night, by the light of the stars, two figures walked down to the dock where Josh’s boats were tied up. It was a warm, starlit night, and the fireflies were out in force. From far across the fields, they could hear the twins calling out how cool it was. They must be seeing the fireflies, too. Veronica placed a cooler into the rowboat and climbed into the stern. Josh placed a bundle of blankets and pillows in the bow and sat down in the center and together they untied the lines holding the boat steady and with the oar, Josh pushed off.
Pulling easily and quietly at the oars, Josh propelled the rowboat out to the center of the pond. As he rowed, the sky began to lighten as the moon rose in the east. The silvery light filtered through the trees on the edge of the pond, and Veronica smiled as she eased her shirt off. Her nipples hardened in the cool evening air as they slid across the glassy black surface of the pond. As they neared the northern shore, Veronica could see to the west where the pond extends into the forest. Over there you can drift among the trees in your rowboat and fish for the huge brown trout that lurk among the fallen branches under the surface.
Fireflies fluttered over the edges of the pond back in the trees, and behind Veronica the full moon rose above the trees, bathing the land in a silver light so bright she swore it was a massive floodlight. She looked and saw that Josh had pulled off his shirt, mimicking her. In the bright moonlight she could see the scar that ran along his side, a scar he never talks about except to say, “It’s the part you can see.” She understands what he meant. Some scars go straight to the soul.
She didn’t want to think of that right now; she didn’t want to think of her dad in a retirement home, alone. Her mom doing god knows what, and her sister having run off with her faithless fiancé having the children that should have been Veronica’s.
But this is a magical moment. It was no time for past pain for either of them. They eased across the pond in near silence, bull frogs croaking, crickets chirping, the occasional hoot of an owl. Only the gentle dipping and pulling of the oars added to the natural symphony. Veronica basked in the magical sounds of the night.
Finally, they reached the new dock. Josh rotated the boat, so the bow was pointing away from the shore, putting the left side against the dock. Then he shipped the oars and pulled the boat up close to the dock. They tied it off fore and aft to the cleats that the build team installed, then he helped Veronica onto the dock and they kissed tenderly in the moonlight. “Tell me it will always be like this,” Veronica whimpered. “Tell me you will always love me.”
“Darling, I have waited my entire life for you. I have so much love stored up for you that it will never fade.”
They kissed passionately in the moonlight, flesh pressed against warm flesh. “Sometimes I’m terrified that this is a dream and that I will wake up and it will be all over,” said Veronica.
Josh knew dreams. His dreams were out to kill him. Reality is his escape from the nightmares of his past that haunt his sleep and cause him to wake in a cold sweat and a panic. Little did he know the same could be said for Veronica. “This is no dream,” said Josh. “For so long I was so lonely I begged God for a lover who would be my friend, my partner, and now here you are.”
“I begged for you too,” said Veronica as they caressed. “My friends all asked for doctors, lawyers, rich guys who would buy them a big house.”
“What did you ask for?” asked Josh, as they were now showered by the moonlight.
“I asked for a man with a big heart who would love me until the day I die,” she said. Then she firmly grabbed his crotch and said, “with a huge cock that would fuck me senseless.”
Josh chuckled at her remark, but Veronica tugged down his shorts and his cock sprang free. It leapt up and as she studied it in the silvery moonlight, an owl hooted his appreciation. Veronica slid her shorts down and stepped out of them, then knelt and took the head of Josh’s cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before taking a little more of his length. Her tongue laved along the underside of his cock, causing him to groan in passion.
She used to hate giving a man a blowjob, utterly and passionately hate it. She could do it, and if the mood was right, she was damn good at it, but at best, she’d give him a handjob with a little bit of mouth action. She earned the reputation for ‘giving lousy head’ in the modeling world, so she knew that when some uninteresting banker invited her to dinner, it was for a chance to be seen with the model, and not for what wouldn’t be seen. But Josh was so sweet about it, he aches to return the favor, and he thanks her!