The Smell of Rum and Unintentional Foreplay

"Do you have any rum?", the attractive lady in the window seat asked the flight attendant.

Water for me.

"It's been a long day", she whispered to me across the expanse of the empty middle seat.

Peripherally, casually, I watched as she mixed her rum and coke with her index finger - swish, swish, swish. Watching still as she inserted that rum soaked finger into her beautifully laquered lips and sucked off all of the delicious liquor - dragging her finger slowly back through that pucker.

A soft, wet "pop" at the end. A contented sigh.

Then, she went back into her world of books and I into mine of music.

It was enough.

A moment. An entirely ordinary and unintentionally erotic moment. Captured in my photographic mind as a visual and auditory snapshot.

And it made my flight bearable.