A Look at the rest of the world

*Elsewhere in the city*

John McDonagh was sat at the bus stop waiting for his bus home. There was still fifteen minutes until the bus' scheduled arrival time, and it was usually about ten minutes anyway. John decided to pass the time the way he usually did, and pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking, the air cool against his now hard cock.

John has been stroking for a few minutes when a woman sat down beside him, her micro skirt not doing much to hide the thing she was wearing, and her tube top barely containg her E-cup tits. They bounced and jiggled as she reached over to her bag and pulled out a book, a thriller by the look of the cover, and she opened it to somewhere near the middle and she began reading.

"Different strokes, I guess." Thought John. He'd much rather quell his boredom by masturbating rather than reading a book, but then again he was probably hornier than average. It had now been twenty minutes of John beating his meat, and he was getting close. He turned to avoid splitting the woman beside him with cum, and he pushed himself over the edge, letting out a loud groan as he did. His cum splattered over the pavement, but some had arched behind him, and had hit his neighbor and her book.

"Sorry" said John.

"S'alright" said the woman, as John willed the cum to disappear, and he tucked his cock back into his pants, and the woman licked her finger and thumb and turned the page of her book.

*Antarctica*

Heather Thompson was a meterologist, stationed in Antarctica to monitor weather patterns at the South Pole. She didn't overly mind being sent here, she didn't have anyone waiting for her back home, and the other researchers and scientists that had been stationed here were pleasant enough to be around as they mostly kept to themselves. It was about time for her to head outside and check the equipment and get readings. She took the fur lined bolero off the hanger and put it on, the two H-cup meteors attached to her chest bouncing as she did so, and she then shimmied up her fur lined booty shorts and laced up her snow boots, then braced herself and opened the door outside, the frigid air blowing at her.

It didn't really make sense, Heather thought, that men had to wear all of those layers of clothes, while women could wear such skimpy outfits, and yet both had the same effect. It was no use thinking to hard about it Heather decided, as was just the way things worked. As she turned the corner she saw a colleague of hers, Katherine Brown, recognizing her easily from her crop top reading "Daddy's #1 glaciologist". She seemed to be checking her own equipment, and had her hand down her shorts, her fingers working away. Heather was about to chastise her, but took a second to consider Katherine's position. Heather supposed that this could be considered public, so Katherine playing with herself was fine. Upon coming to this conclusion Heather's own fingers began working their way down to her clit, and she began playing with herself too.