Just Another Saturday Night

So, yeah. It's just another Saturday night. Just another Saturday night where I couldn't drum up the energy to go out and try to find someone. One night stand, the beginning of a relationship or just a fuck buddy. Hell, at this point I just don't really even care anymore.

It has been almost twenty years since I've had a relationship. since I've had a woman to make love to, or a woman to just fuck. Fuck. In my twenties I wouldn't go for more than a few weeks to months in between women. I would almost literally fuck anything that stepped in front of me and said "Yes," if I asked. After a very dark childhood where I hadn't had a girlfriend until I was almost twenty-five.

Yes, I'd fucked anything that walked in front of me. That was forty years ago now though. After failed relationship after relationship and two failed marriages, I'd had my fill of Crazy Women. And it seemed as if every woman I got involved in or with, was Crazy to a greater or lesser extent, to the point where I had just gave up.

And here I am, at the age where most people my age are waking up to their friends or wives/girlfriend dying off. And here I am, lonely and wanking in bed to porn. I should be able to get just about any woman I wanted, even with my age.

I didn't look too bad for my age. Except for the COVID belly that I got after a series of failed living situations that were also Crazy, I had eaten my way through the COVID years with pizza and beer, a little too frequently. Where I had once gotten upset if the scales had tipped the edge of 180, here I was at 220.

That meant that, without money (which I did not have) I could no longer find a woman to bed. Oh, the women always tell me, 'Money doesn't mean anything.' I'd heard it too many times.

But without Money, and a nice car (not mine) and a nice house (an efficiency -- a "Bachelor Apartment"), I wasn't going to "get any." No Money, no Honey. No matter what the fuck they tell you.

So after another Saturday Night, where I just did not feel up to going out and trying to find a woman desperate enough to have my 'no frills' lifestyle with a whisper in her ear and a few deft touches here and there... I was at home, instead of out.

So I decided to make a 'bold move.' I decided I was going to wank off, right there in front of my window, blinds open (lights off, of course). I took out my phone with my porn picks, got my lotion I use for my legs. And I sat down. Sat down to 'give myself some self pleasure.' Right there in front of anyone who might still be up to see.

Of course, even with blinds open, it was ten o'clock at night. Most of my neighbors in the wing across from me were either out or most likely -- it being a senior hosing complex -- asleep. I stood little chance of being caught. Even with the window wide open. NO, I wasn't stupid enough to have any lights on, other than the feeble light from my phone.

I lotioned up and started, with one hand scrolling through the naked women on my phone with my left hand... and Wanking with my right.

I managed to get myself lubed up enough for me to start actually feeling it as my hand move up and down my shaft. I started feeling like I wanted to find a woman that was kinky enough for me to fuck her in front of a wide open window.

The photos ranged from nice MILF types (although slender for the most part, cause I didn't like too big a set of honkers). Lying down, standing up. A variety that I might not have the possibility of in 'real life.'

I wanked harder. I was getting sufficiently greased up where I was able to pretend that I was inside of an actual woman and fucking her standing there. There for any of my "Praise Jesus" neighbors to see.

The window was wide open. I almost wished for a couple of my neighbors that weren't in too bad a shape to notice me. Start to grab their phone to call the management office to complain. But then get too 'wrapped up' in what I was doing and would eventually put the phone down to watch me wank.

Yeah. That wouldn't happen, but it was a fantasy I'd indulged in for several stories on here that have not yet to find themselves finished. Most of the women here I wouldn't be caught dead with. But some of them were still "stone cold foxes," even in their early seventies. Disco Queens from an earlier scene.

Getting a 'head of steam' up, I was "in the groove, man,' like I could actually feel that groove and my moovin' and slickin' it up more and more, her moans starting to climb into the "Oh, Baby" range leading to "Oh my God I'm cooooooming!" portion of our program.

I didn't have The Groove wrapped around me. But I did have The Big OH rising and ready to crash over me. Rising, rising, and--

"FUCK!"

Another Saturday night an I ain't got nobody, I got nobody and I just got paid...

But I did... Get me Some. Satisfaction. Satis-faction. some SATIS-- friction.

Now I had a mess to clean up before I turned on my computer to stream 'something else' that I didn't have to clean up.

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