Frederick felt like time had become meaningless, as if he could and had been kissing Vicki forever.  Perhaps it was the wine he had been drinking that was beginning to blur the moment together or maybe it was the fact that he had always held onto this fantasy long after they had parted ways and here it was becoming a reality.  Seconds ticked away slowly, each folding into itself, until she broke the kiss prematurely and drew away from him.  Fred let out a soft sigh of protest, his face twisting in confusion and melancholy briefly, just before she thrust her nylon-clad foot towards him, a mischievous smile upon her lips.<br/><br/>He physically shivered with anticipation as she played upon one of his most beloved fetishes: women's legs encased in stockings or hosiery.<br/><br/>He tried to be elegant, teasing about it but Fred's excitement took over and he buried her toes with heated kisses, putting on quite the show for the others.