Fred's infatuation with women's legs had never been obsessive or on the lines of becoming a fetish in any meaning of the word.  But, the thought of having Vicki's dainty, silken feet pressed against his member drew a shudder of anticipation from the broker.  He had some experience with women who had enjoyed the attention he had given their legs and feet but it had been a passing thing at best.  Now though, as Vicki moved towards him and he felt the first coy, seductive stroke of her stockinged foot upon his cock, Fred reached heaven and let go of all the restraint he had shown earlier while he was masturbating.<br/><br/>If something turned his casual interest of women's feet into a full-blown fetish, it would be Vicki, that old, secretive and unrequited love who had often been at the center of his silent sexual fantasies.<br/><br/>Fred's eyes closed as he let the tingles of ecstasy course through his body, swiftly turning into a tirade of blissful sensation.  One of his hands reached down to stroke her leg, helping guide her increasingly confident caresses as his pleasure became obvious to Vicki.  His cock throbbed under her touch and just before the two minute mark was reached, Fred gasped heavily and started to climax.<br/><br/>Hot streaks of his seed passed out of the head of his cock, running down the length of Vicki's foot and staining her nylons wet.  Fred made no show of embarrassment as he came in front of the others, instead focusing on the waves of wonderful bliss that his orgasm and Vicki's attentive feet had brought.<br/><br/>After his orgasm played out, Fred fell back against the cushions of his chair, his breathing hard and his skin showing a thin sheen of sweat.  He opened his eyes and gave an unabashed smile.  He looked over at Vicki, his mirthful eyes affixed upon her cum-streaked feet and an impish grin upon his lips as he glanced upward to meet her stare.<br/><br/>"I... think I'm going to develop a foot fetish because of you."