The making of a man -- Part 2 The discovery of heaven
It was a restless night leading up to the Sunday for Harold.
Full of excitation and hot fantasies. Harold felt hornier than ever before. His quasi-permanent erections became painful.
He tried to imagine what Lydia would look like, naked; what it would be like to make love with her, with such a sexy and mature woman.
Despite his urgent needs he managed to refrain from masturbating that night, as he did not want to lose any of his masculine strength.
He wanted to save his full strength for Lydia.
Harold took a long shower in the morning, to be immaculately clean and fresh.
It was with a pounding heart that he made his way towards Lydia's house, where Glen awaited him, as agreed, at the backdoor.
"In shape?" he laughed. "Lydia is waiting for you."
Glen led Harold up the stairs and showed him the door to a guest room.
At the door he placed his hand on Harold's shoulder, looked him in the eyes and said:
"Over to you, young man, show yourself a man, make my wife happy."
Then he left, leaving Harold alone in front of the door.
After a moment of hesitation, Harold knocked softly on the door.
He heard her coming to the door. The door opened and there she stood.
Harold's heart was racing by now.
"Hi Harold" she simply said, with a broad smile. "Come in."
Whilst she closed the door he could watch her closely for a moment.
Lydia was naked under a semi-transparent night gown and she was enveloped in her usual, delightful cloud of freshness.
She turned around, tenderly put her arms around him and gave him a long and passionate kiss on his mouth.
Harold had never experienced such a kiss; it made his head swim.
"Did you like it?" Lydia asked.
"That was delicious."
"How about this then?" Lydia said and again placed her mouth fully on Harolds' mouth. He felt how her tongue parted his lips to find his tongue, with circling movements.
A gulf of wild desire raced through his body.
He felt her warmth invading his body and his erection became painful.
Their tongues now played with each other in a delightful kiss, whilst Harold eagerly started to explore her body with his hands. She was so delightfully soft and warm, and she smelled so good.
Lydia let him caress her entire body and when she noticed how much he enjoyed it, she interrupted their kissing and whispered:
"Wait, I will make it easier for us. Sit down on the bed for a moment."
Harold obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed.
She placed herself in front of him.
With an elegant and natural movement, she pulled the gown over her head and there she stood: fully naked...
Harold was breathless for a while, and he let his eager eyes feast on Lydia's femininity.
This was one of the moments he had been dreaming of.
Because she was nursing her twins, her breasts were even larger than usual, and the nipples were swollen.
She had a slight potbelly, but that made her look only more feminine.
A curly tuft of dark pubic hair crowned a shapely vulva, between a pair of voluptuous thighs.
Harold remembered later that it struck him how different Lydia's body was from the bodies of the women in the porn magazines, with their artificially blown-up breasts and lips.
Lydia was fully aware of the powerful impact she made on Harold and remained standing for a while, allowing him to inspect her entire body with his eyes.
She could not resist gently shaking her breasts, to tease him a bit.
Seeing the great excitement and the admiring glances of the young man flattered her ego, as a woman who was proud of her appearance.
She felt that this sexy, inexperienced young hunk of a man aroused her as a woman and at the same time appealed to her maternal instincts.
"Oh Lydia.... how beautiful you are, "he stammered.
"Thank you; so sweet of you to say that. "She said smiling.
Lydia noticed how Harold was shuffling on the bed, in an obvious attempt to make room in his trousers for his erection.
She bent over and reached for the buttons on his shirt.
"Take your clothes off, that will make it much easier ".
