The five minute call challenge begins. Playing whilst listening? Always nice,

Fingers sliding, smile broadening. Returned to past reality.

The colours, sensations, and aroma. The pleasure of anticipation. They're identical.

Plunging fingers mimic his efforts, His words are every inch of his body and hers.

She feels the grass beneath her. She hears the breathless excitement. She tastes her dry mouthed desire.

Fires of lust stoked as before and writhing with impatient need,

Hearing about triumphant release triggers her own. Loud, colourful. wild, wet and as beautiful as the reality had delivered previously.

"Bravo! Got to go," she says breathlessly.