The call when it came almost made Spencer come. They were testing it out tonight and he was welcome to join them. The good thing about having an FBI owned jet was that the FAA would sometimes hijack it to test out their new toys. The even better thing about it was the booty calls.
The ADS-B was glorious. A map, a beautiful living map of the skies. He could see the movement of other planes and the ones on the ground all clustered together. The ADS-B would revolutionise aviation safety, much like ground radar taking over the Look and See system in the 1950s. That alone was enough to get Spencer hard but the fact that the ADS-B was a map got him leaking.
For now they were at 35,000 feet, and the vibrations of them rising up to 38,000 were causing all kinds of lovely tingling sensations to shoot all over Spencer's body. He relaxed and enjoyed them knowing that soon Michael the technician would leave the cabin to talk to the pilots, that soon they would be alone.
When Michael finally left Spencer unzipped his fly, he didn't have time for a slow strip tease, and took himself in hand, the time spent watching the ADS-B had built up the tension within him, and he had to hold back a gasp of relief, glancing over his shoulder to the cockpit double checking that nobody heard him, Spencer began to slowly twist down his cock. Using his thumb from his other hand he rubbed the head, and using his little finger of the same hand he teased at his hole. His musician hands certainly came in handy. The touch at his hole was gentle and Reid wanted more, he wanted to be pounded into as he watched the ADS-B, but he was alone and he had to be quick.
It didn't take long for the pleasure to build and for Spencer to explode over the ADS-B. He couldn't help but moan as he licked the screen clean. When Michael came back Spencer was back to relaxing and watching the map, imagining all the things they could do it they could be alone for longer than five minutes.