Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
Waking up with the birds singing and the warm sunshine peering through the branches was such a blessing. Veronica stretched and smiled and looked around the small cabin. The fire in the fireplace from last night was out, and the ashes swept, but she smelled fragrant wood smoke. She sat up, feeling fulfilled and utterly satisfied, but a little sticky from last night’s sweet lovemaking. “Ephie?”
“I’m outside, Nica.”
She got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and Josh’s North Face vest and joined him outside on the porch overlooking the lake. A small fire burned in the fire pit next to the patio. On the fire, a blue enamelware coffee percolator steamed. “Coffee?” asked Josh.
“Please,” she said and Josh poured her a blue enamelware mug of coffee, topped his mug of Java off, then sat back in a wooden Adirondack chair and Veronica curled up on his lap. She sipped her coffee and smiled, then said, “Mmmm, hot, strong, and overpowering ... just like I like my men.”
“Am I overpowering?” asked Josh. “I try to be polite.”
“You are when I get you hot enough. Like on the dock last night ... and in front of the fireplace about two hours later.”
“Well, I didn’t bring any popcorn so I had to come up with something.”
Veronica giggled and nipped at his earlobe. “You goof.” Then they kissed and snuggled closer. “What are we doing?”
“Just watching the day start.”
“And after?”
“I figured we’d head over to the main cabin, make some breakfast, get washed up and head into town for church.”
“And after?”
“I was thinking I’d come back here and try to get the ol’ jeep started, then maybe, if it’s warm, run down to Ashford Hollow for some ice cream.”
“Can I play too?” asked Veronica.
“Always,” said Josh and they kissed.
“Shh, look!” gasped Veronica, and she slowly pointed to a doe and a fawn on the far bank of the pond. The fawn gently lowered its mouth to the pond. As the fawn drank, the doe looked around warily, then after her baby had its fill, the doe drank, then led the fawn back into the woods. “So beautiful,” Veronica whispered.
“Look over there,” said Josh and he pointed to a spot on the shore of the pond closer to the cabin. There stood another deer. “There’s daddy, watching over his girls,” he whispered.
“He doesn’t have antlers...” then Veronica realized. It was late spring. He hadn’t had antlers for months. “So beautiful!” she gushed, then she began to giggle as Josh began to sing.
Almost heaven, western New York Snowbelt blizzard, Allegheny River. Life is sweet there, Sabers, Bisons, Bills! Beef on weck with Genny, Friday fish fry thrills
Country roads take me home, to the place I belong! Western New York, snowstorm mama Take me home, country road!
When he was done singing and Veronica stopped laughing, she said, “Something your quartet is working on?”
“Yeah, we have a show in July and the Christmas show in December.” Josh sang in a barbershop quartet. He started it to help with his anger and it helped a lot and it let him express himself in singing. He also learned how to play the guitar from one of the guys.
“Can I go backstage and help you dress?”
“Do you want to hang out with a bunch of housewives and help us dress like backstage at an elementary school recital?”
Veronica thought about it. At one time, helping a five-year-old into an angel costume for the church nativity was one of the most distasteful things she could have imagined doing. But as the years went by and her friends had children and Veronica watched them grow and head off to school, she realized she was missing something. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to have children, but helping Marj find homes for children and children for homes touched that something. “Yeah, I want to help.”
“With your runway experience we could use your help,” said Josh. “We don’t know how to put on makeup, but we have to wear something because of the lights.”
“Why didn’t you ask?”
“I didn’t want to impose.”
“You are so ... different!” said Veronica. “Any other guy would have demanded it.”
“You’re not my employee or my slave,” said Josh. “I won’t assume anything and I won’t give you orders, not unless we’re playing that kind of game,” he said with a grin.
“You mean like with the fuzzy handcuffs?” she said with a smile.
“Exactly.”
She hugged Josh as tight as she dared and whimpered, “where were you ten years ago when I needed you?”
“I was looking for you,” he said softly.
Josh and Veronica sat in the third row from the front at the Springville Congregational Church. Normally they sat far in the back, but today Macy had convinced Josh to sing a duet with her during the worship portion of the service. It was a very up-tempo version of “I’ll Fly Away” and they weren’t finished with the first refrain when Josh let his “old school back woods Baptist upbringing” take over and he had the normally staid congregation clapping in time and singing along with gusto. John and Paul Jarecki played along with their guitars and the pianist Melissa Kraft all had fun playing along and trying to keep up. Macy looked like she couldn’t decide if she was shocked or if she wanted to dance. It’s obvious that this kind of thing doesn’t happen in Montreal, where she spent most of her life, but she raised her violin to her chin and followed along.
“Charlie Daniels would be proud,” whispered Veronica, as Josh sat down with her.
“Aww, thank ya ma’am but ah can’t fiddle worth a lick.”
“Well, that was different,” said Pastor John as he stepped up to the podium.
“Make a joyful noise unto the lord!” called out Josh, which caused the entire congregation to chuckle.
“We did, didn’t we?” said John happily. He was still tingling from excitement at hearing that sweet old hymn sung with such fervor. “It has to be right. We are told to do just that over and over. Psalm 98 and Psalm 100...”
When they first met, he and Josh got off to a rocky start. John saw Josh as a beer drinking old vet but he put up with him because he was friends with Paul. When Josh moved in with beautiful Veronica without marrying her, it caused some friction with John, but Macy adored them, so John forgave and put up with the situation. John didn’t know it, but spending a full day on the roof of a cabin, hand nailing shingle after shingle, was a plot to cement their friendship. Josh could have rented a nail gun and did the roof in a quarter of the time, but he believed that working with a man was the best way to make friends with him, and it worked every time he tried it.
That’s exactly why Josh had his people spread the gravel by hand. Veronica could have done it with Little John in a matter of minutes, but the idea was to get them working together and to look for the natural leaders. Jen and Rasheed had natural leadership qualities, but he wanted to see if they could work together to get a job done. They both surpassed his expectations, and the two separate units came together as one. How long would that last? He asked Rasheed and Jen to come in early Monday morning, and they’ll sit down and chat with Anthony.
John called all the kids in the church to come forward and sit on the stairs leading up to the podium. He gave them a little sermon, then sent them off to Children’s Church. Macy got up and led the children back to the classroom, and Veronica went with her as the assistant teacher. She watched as Macy worked with the children and said a silent prayer, asking that Macy carry this baby to term. She’s over three months along and three times in the past she had made it to this point, only to end in heartbreak from a miscarriage.
“What is the process for getting married here?” asked Veronica.
“Did Yashua ask?” said Macy excitedly. She pronounced Joshua exactly like Anthony and Marj pronounced it.
“Not yet, but we have promised each other.” She showed Macy the diamond promise ring.
“When he asks and you want to marry here, you would have to separate from Josh first,” said Macy sadly. “You must live apart during the pre-marriage class.”
“I know ... but what if we were already married?” asked Veronica hopefully.
“Oh? You wish to sanctify an existing marriage?” said Macy with a sly grin. “Maybe a civil marriage? We should talk.”
“You’re awful happy,” said Josh. “Did you have fun in children’s church?”
“I was making wedding plans. Does it bother you when I say that?” asked Veronica as she nibbled at his ear.
Josh frowned. It’s time to confess one of his deepest, darkest secrets. “You may want to go back to Macy and say, ‘I changed my mind.’”
“Why Ephie?” she asked as they changed out of their church clothes.
“I have a lot of issues, but I think worst is ... I can’t fly.”
“What?” for some reason she pictured Josh jumping off the cabin roof, flapping his arms and chastising himself for hitting the ground.
“I can’t fly. I freak out, when we get off the ground and I hear the landing gear come up, I hear the flaps extending or retracting I get nervous, but when I see the ground coming up I panic. It’s coming up to hit me and...” Just talking about it was freaking him out. “You like to travel and go places; I can’t go with you unless we drive or take a train. That’s ok, someone has to stay home and watch Tigger and Pancho.” Pancho was a goldfish that they had in a small aquarium filled with live aquatic plants.
“When did this start?” she asked.
He took off his shirt and pointed to the large scar on his side that ran from his waist to nearly his armpit. “The moment I got this.” She knows he was bounced around on a very rough landing of an AC-130 and got hurt bad, but he had that gash before they landed.
“Honey, it’s ok. We’ll work on it. We’ll talk to Doctor Lennox. You’ve flown since the accident. How did you get to and from Korea?”
“That’s something I’m not proud of. I got snot hanging drunk and passed out on the flight. When I woke up I was so hung over that psychosis was a relief.”
“And coming back?”
He frowned. “I told the doc I couldn’t sleep so he gave me a prescription for sleeping pills. I saved them all for the flight home.”
“You could have died!” she gasped.
“I made it back ok,” he lied.
“Oh Ephie, we can fix this.” She put her arms around Josh and hugged him tight. She truly believed that her love could fix this with a little help from a psychologist. “You need to be honest with Doctor Lennox.”
“She ... she won’t understand.”
“Give her a chance,” Veronica said firmly.
They were back at the cabin. They wanted to spend a quiet day on the property, just Josh and Veronica and a keg of beer that’s still quite full. Inside the cabin, they changed. Josh hung his Sunday suit up in the closet and Veronica changed into a t-shirt and shorts. If someone was paying attention, they could tell when Josh came to church from the cabin because he always wore the suit that he had hung up in the closet. When they finished changing, Josh drained the water from the bucket the keg was sitting in and moved the bucket and keg up onto the porch. He then refilled the bucket with ice and covered the keg with a canvas tarp. He pumped up the keg and poured a small beer and handed it to Veronica, then poured one for himself. Veronica had made sandwiches from left over roast calf. They sat on the porch drinking their beer, eating their sandwiches, and gazing at their baby.
Little John was a John Deere 1025 compact tractor. They got it with a three-point hitch, front-end loader, backhoe, utility wagon, and a brush hog/lawn mower. They were proud of Little John because it was the first major purchase they made together. It was a used tractor, and the implements were all used, but everything was in great shape. Josh loved it for the four-wheel drive, the accessories, and the price. They got a 4 year old tractor with several very pricy accessories for the price of a new bare-bones compact tractor.
Veronica liked Little John because it was green. She loved the country song, John Deere Green. It was sweet and romantic; it sang of everlasting love between a man and a woman and she hummed and sang it every time she drove Little John. The nice thing about it was that they could easily trailer it between the cabin and their house.
Their house! It felt so good to say that. She turned to Josh and said, “I was just thinking about the tractor and in my mind I said, ‘our house’ and it felt so good! Do you think of the house as ‘our house?’”
Josh looked at her and smiled and said, “No. I still think of it as your house. You bought it with the sweat off your back, scrimping and saving for years. I may think of it as ours after the wedding and papers are signed and everything.” She looked sad, but he continued, “Now this,” he said with a sweeping gesture, “I think of this as our land. A place for us to hunt and fish and camp on together. Maybe turn it into a private campground or even plant a victory garden.”
“I could never take this from you,” she said.
“And I could never take your house from you,” said Josh.
“Why don’t we share them with each other forever?” Veronica said brightly.
“Deal!” grinned Josh. He drained his beer and said, “Let’s go get the jeep running.”
She looked at him confused, “what’s wrong with it? We took it to church.”
“Not that jeep. Grandpa. He’s snoozing in the garage.”
“Grandpa!” she gasped and followed him to the garage. Grandpa was a 1951 Willys CJ3A Jeep painted a flat brown (so you can’t see the rust). Grandpa was Josh’s toy that he had owned for decades. He bought it as a young airman and has kept it ever since.
“Go get the tractor and we’ll pull this out into the sun,” said Josh as he pulled the protective tarp off of Grandpa.