It was going to be a long journey, I settled back in my seat and began to read my book, it was one of those books you had to read the paragraph over and over again to get the meaning of it. I make this journey at least three times a week, and normally a good book does me well, but today I just couldn’t get into it. Last week the train was late in to the station I’d hoped it would be on time this time.

So I started to people watch, in the city centre they would come and go, mostly office staff with the odd docker road worker chucked in for good look. Most of them were glued to their phones or laptops and some had headphones. Loved it when the sixth grade school girl came on the train, I love long legs and red hair, there is something so sexy about a schoolgirl skirt, some wore trousers but most of them wore skirts. Looking at them I wished that I was that age again it wasn’t wrong or illegal I would certainly fuck a few of them but for now I’ll just look, after all the wife is always saying it doesn’t matter we’re you get your appetite as long as you come home for your tea.

Slowly the train moved deep and deeper in to the country side and the stop we’re getting few and fewer suddenly, I was alone in the carriage, The train pulled in at a remote station when a young girl in a short dress came running up to the train and only just getting in before the doors closed. She was panting catching her breath, I smiled and she smiled back. Being quite pack there was only one seat left in front of me so she took it. The next stop is we’re most people got off as it was a park and ride stop. Now we were the only two left in the carriage.

For the next ten minutes she played on her phone, I’m sure she was teasing me by sitting with her legs slightly apart, but was that just my imagination?

“Dam it the phone connection is shit here” she cried out loudly.

“Yep mine too” I replied.

All of a sudden the train came to a abrupt halt. The train was in the middle of nowhere with just fields of farm life Mainly cows.

“Ping pong” “ we’re sorry to inform you that the train has hit a cow, and it is blocking the line so the train will be delayed, and we’re sorry to also tell you the delay is likely to be about 3 hours as there is a vet and farmer on their way, we are sorry for any inconvenience ping pong”

“That’s bloody great no phone no magazines “ she said

“Your very welcome to read this book if you want I just can’t get into it”

She took the book of me for about 5 mins, and for some strange reason I started to view her as one of my patients, the put the thought to the back of my mind.

She handed the book back to me and said “nope not for me” I explained it was a last minute rush buy and wished I hadn’t.

“So Whats your job? I asked quizzically wonder what a fairly good looking girl would do for a job, I had here down as a shop assistant or something like that.

“Guess and I bet you’ll never get it in a hundred years, she smiled and it made her face look much younger I must of gone through loads of occupations

“Don’t tell me your a stripper” no sooner than I said it I was apologising I was so embarrassed that I even said that, she laughed and laughed which made me laugh.

Gosh that’s so funny so far away from what I do, “Well I asked?

“I’m a lab technician I deal with testing people’s poo, and blood for anomalies things like cancer.

“So what your job she asked” well you could say I’m in your line of work I’m a consultant and I’m one of those who probably send you stuff to test.

“consultant in what? Paediatrics?, Cancer?

“No I’d rather not say people don’t believe me when I tell them until I show them my certificates”

“Go on please tell you have me all curious now”

“Okay I’m a gynaecologist

She giggled, I told you so and I don’t have my certificate to prove it I smiled

“I’ve often wondered if when you stick your finger up there do you get turned on”

Taking a deep breath I thought for a minute, too easy to no of course not, “well it not easy to answer that Question no isn’t a simple answer and again yes isn’t simple either”

She had a quizzical face on and asked me to explain

“Well it would be right for me to get turned on if it was say a rape victim or a very young girl a minor which is defo a no no, it work then and I just focusing on what I’m looking for, I’m aware in these case it is very hurtful and embarrassing for them so I want to be as quick as I can and in these cases there is always a chaperone, so the answer is no I don’t get turned on”

“And the cases you have had a twitch in your pants” she was toying with me now as she asked the question she was twisting her hair a around her finger, and biting her lower lip.

“No I can’t patient confidentiality and all that” I was trying to squirm out of answering, but I could see she was going to have none of it.

“Shaved or not” she asked

With out thinking I said shaved and gave a little chuckle and my trousers we’re getting slightly tighter.

“Whats your thought about clit piercings”

“Well I’ve see a few and in the practice I do see a few were they have gone to a foreign country while drunk and have them done then I have to put right the damage, done properly there fine”.

Her next question I was half expecting

“I have my tits pierced and was thinking of getting my clit done can you have a look at it to see if it okay to get it done”

Before I could say yes or no she had hitched her dress up to reveal a loverly smooth pussy with no knickers on and her slit was glistening with a stickiness and to be honest I was drying to get my fingers inside of it.