Night prowling

Charlie was a prime example of the public degenerate that most people were warned about. He prowled around the streets, looking extremely creepy and generally avoided like the plague. For those who were not watching out for his presence nearby, he would be spying on them. If they were hot women, he would sometimes be stroking his hard on in the shadows as he fantasized about fucking them. His usual rounds would take him around the city after dinner time, a place that hardly ever sleeps, frequently hiding in less populated areas like dimly lit parks and alleyways to make sure he did not attract any attention. Tonight was a relatively dark weekend night, and the only thing on his mind, like any other time, was finding the next girl to sexually harass from afar.

He wandered around his usual haunts, looking for prey to stroke his already hardened cock to. There were a few party goers going looking for a good time at the clubs and bars. Some were only just leaving for home. Others were on their way elsewhere to wherever it was that the night was taking them. They were all walking slabs of meat to him, and he eyed each sweet smelling one with a naughty grin, undressing them mentally and picturing their tits, lips or pussy wrapped around his dick.