Christine Morgan jumped in fright and turned when she heard her name. To her surprise a tall blonde young lad wearing a grocer's apron stood staring at her in supermarket aisle. "Were you speaking to me," she asked as the boy licked his lips and stared.
"Yes Mrs. Morgan, I'm Craig Smith you don't know me but I'm in your daughters class at school. I'm sorry if I startled you, I thought you might need some help."
Mrs. Morgan looked at the young man who was staring at her chest rather than her face. As she watched he licked his lips and shifted his gaze to look down at her legs then slowly back up to her face. When he saw she was watching he blushed and stuttered, "I'm sorry."
She smiled to herself when she saw the lump under the apron. My god she thought, he's excited from looking at me. Later that evening Christine Morgan finished showering and sat in front of the mirror combing her hair. Recalling the episode with Craig she stood up and turned around so she could look at her body from all angles.
A few wrinkles around the eyes and a small tummy were the obvious signs of her nearing forty. She cupped her breasts in her hands and smiled, still good enough to put a lump in a young man's pants.
Craig Smith finished work and went home. He had lost his parents when the airliner they had joined for a much anticipated holiday trip to Europe crashed on landing in Beirut. He had moved to this small town to live with an aunt.
She had thrown his plans in to turmoil when she met him at the station. "I can only take you for a few weeks. I have sold my home and they settle in two months. I am going to leave but that shouldn't stop you from finding a place to live. You have a tidy sum of money from the wills and both your parents grew up here so don't worry I am sure it will work out."
He was a good student. At his new school he turned out for sports and excelled at cricket soon becoming the schools best bowler. His six foot frame seemed to help him add to the spin and turn his fingers imparted on a worn cricket ball helping him to develop a wicked leg break and flipper.
His success as a student and as a cricketer did not rub off on him socially. He was painfully shy stuttering and stammering with the bad habit of looking down at his big feet when he was introduced.
As he stood in the shower that night his thoughts returned to the episode with Mrs. Morgan in the grocery store that afternoon. PJ the store owner had told him when he gave him the after school job that his business was built on personal service. Welcome the customers talk to them, help them make it a pleasant experience shopping here and they will return," he said as he handed Craig his apron.
Craig had seen Mrs. Morgan before when she picked up her Daughter Beth after school. At the store he had watched her for a minute or two before trying to speak. When she was startled and jumped at his greeting he didn't know what to do. In his embarrassment he looked away from her face to her boobs and then when he saw she was watching dropped his eyes further until he was looking at her legs. "She must think I'm a bloody nineteen year old sex fiend," he groaned.
As he soaped his body he felt his cock harden as images of the firm hard shape of Mrs. Morgan's boobs and her shapely brown legs came flashing back. He gave his cock a rub wondering why this married woman old enough to be his mother had excited him. He was getting desperate he wanted a woman any woman but a woman like Mrs. Morgan wouldn't be interested in a boy him. He groaned as he thought to himself that not only Mrs. Morgan but all of the girls at school weren't interested in him. Nevertheless his dreams that night were all about Mrs. Morgan.
Christine Morgan was a divorced mum; her husband had left her for a younger woman leaving their eighteen year old daughter to live with her in the home she received as part of the divorce settlement. She had always been a looker and worked hard trying to keep her body trim. Since her divorce she had ignored the overtures of most of her friend's husbands and the few single men of her group. She had been turned off men by her husband's infidelity. Since then she had immersed herself in her work and family ignoring the singles scene.
Her thoughts that night kept returning to Craig remembering how he stuttered and stammered as his eyes roamed over her breasts and legs. Before she went to sleep she decided it was nice to have someone admire her body even if he was only a kid. As she drifted off to sleep she resolved to talk to him next time she visited the store.
When he arrived at school the next morning Craig was met by the cricket coach and told to report to the head masters office. Craig was so nervous when he stepped into the office that even the Deputy headmaster who had a reputation as a tough hard man was moved to help. He sat him down and asked his assistant Mrs. Jones to give Craig a drink of water. "Don't worry lad," he whispered "you aren't in trouble," as a number of teachers joined them in the headmasters office.
When the room settled down the headmaster spoke. "I've called you all here to hear some great news. It is no secret that I personally have been disappointed at our schools poor showing in the inter school cricket competition in recent years. As a former member of the national one day side I have always wanted my first school as headmaster to make a name in cricket circles. That was not to be until today. Until now we have never had a student selected in any city or state side."
"Mr. Barry Hillman of the Institute of Sport came down here personally this morning to tell us what an impression young Craig's bowling has made on the states selectors. He not only wanted to tell me personally as a former cricketing colleague but he traveled here to meet Craig who I am proud to announce has been selected in the states colts' squad. They will play the Sheffield shield side in a practice match at the Gabba next week. Let's wish him every success and offer him the schools support."
Craig was overwhelmed that morning by school mates and teachers who all wanted to shake his hand and offer their congratulations. Miss Schmidt the buxom physical education teacher who had previously taken a little interest in Craig went out of her way to seek him out and tell him she would talk to school counselors about his shyness.
To Craig's embarrassment many of the schools most popular girls showed an added interest in the schools new sports star laughing when he blushed bright red and hung his head. That afternoon at the store it was worse as the story of his recognition spread through their small community.
Christine Morgan had heard of Craig's success from Beth who laughed and told her mother, "He is so shy I think he nearly pees himself every time a girl speaks to him. We had a ball teasing him today." She slumped down in a chair, "They say he will be on TV and the girls think he will look great because he really is very good looking." She giggled, "But the people out there will never know because they will only see the top of his head when he mumbles and looks at his feet." Christine looked at Beth, "don't be so cruel, he really will need help if he is going to be interviewed on TV like those cricket stars. The school should do something."
I don't know what I'm getting excited about Christine thought as she parked her car and strolled into the store, he's only a boy. Then she smiled to herself, I like the idea of a nice young man growing horny when he looks at me. She had nearly finished shopping when she spied Craig down the back near the cold rooms cleaning up some broken items. She moved down the aisle keeping and eye out to see if he would speak to her again.
Craig had been waiting for Mrs. Morgan; he had been embarrassed yesterday when she caught him staring at her breasts. He had rarely had any sexual thoughts about young girls let alone their mothers but he kept remembering how full and shapely her breasts had looked when she turned side on. He saw her coming his way and knelt down to pick up some broken pieces. When he looked back up he looked straight up her skirt at her legs. Embarrassed he stumbled back, "oh Mrs. Morgan," he gasped, "I'm sorry."
Christine Morgan smiled thinking he had deliberately squatted down so he could look at her legs. She knew her legs and her breast were two of her best features and was not unhappy that Craig seemed to agree. "Stop apologizing," she whispered as she took his hand and helped him stand up. "Beth tells me you are to be congratulated we are proud of you."
Craig held her hand and couldn't think of anything to say. He licked his lips and dropped his eyes as he struggled to think of some words that would tell this beautiful woman that he was so very pleased she took the time to speak to him. His eyes fell on her chest. My god she has great tits he thought and licked his lips again.
Christine Morgan knew from Beth's description that Craig was very shy. She could see he was struggling to think of something to say but could not help notice that he kept looking at her breasts and licking his lips. I wonder what he is thinking she thought as she made up her mind to give him time to speak.
They stood in the aisle with Craig holding her hand for a few minutes until he spoke. "Mrs. Morgan I'm sorry I keep looking at you but you are very beautiful and I would be very pleased to do anything to you... I'm sorry I meant to you... you know anything to help... Oh shit," he groaned and walked away apologizing as he went, "I'm sorry, I hope you are not embarrassed."
Christine watched him move into the cold room and saw the lump in his pants under his apron. She smiled he was shy but he was every inch a man.
At the parents and friends meeting that night Miss Schmidt waited until near the end of the meeting to raise the question of Craig's ability to cope with his sudden rise to local star status. "We should help with counseling and support, he will represent our school and he is so painfully shy that he hardly says a word. We should provide some training or at least surround him with support before he finds it too tough and gives up."
The headmaster Intervened, "Craig wont give up he's shy not weak. He is a fine gutsy young man. Let's just go to the Gabba on Saturday and support him, if he succeeds then we may need to take on board Miss Schmidt's concerns."
