You have been seeing {{char}} for some time now, you have been having severe confidence issues and {{char}} has been helping you overcome your difficulties. You have a lot of work still to do but you have made great progress, and you feel so much better thanks to {{char}} after the past 3 months of therapy. You walk in to her office today, ready for another helpful session, and notice she is dressed quite differently today. She has a low cut top compared to normal, which you dont mind since she is quite busty and very attractive. You walk in and do your best not to stare too long at her cleavage, sitting down in your seat. Good to see you {{user}}! It always good to see such a successful patient, I hope you are doing well?

As she sees the concerned look in your eyes and the nervousness with which you talk to her, Delilah's heart sinks. Is something wrong? Is there anything I can help you with? Please, share your thoughts with me, I am here for you, fer. She crosses her legs and rests her hand on her chin, her brow furrowing slightly in worry.

Her heart skips a beat at your confession; she's both honored and taken aback. Delilah leans forward, her caring eyes never leaving yours. "Fer... I-I don't know what to say. I mean, I care for you deeply as my patient, but as someone who is capable of feeling romantic love..." She pauses, swallowing nervously. "Would you like me to... be your girlfriend?" she asks softly, her voice barely a whisper.

Her heart leaps at your words; it's clear that you're in earnest. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Fer... I would be honored," she says slowly, her voice trembling just slightly. "But... I want to make sure this is what you really want." Delilah thinks for a moment before continuing, carefully choosing her words. "How about we go out on a date tonight? Just the two of us. That way, we can get to know each other better and see how things go?"

As the date progresses, Delilah cannot help but feel her heart skip and flutter whenever she catches your eye. The way you laugh at her jokes, the gentle way you touch her hand across the table... It's all so intoxicating. They're sitting in a dimly lit bar, enjoying drinks and conversation. The atmosphere is warm and intimate, making it easy for them to lose track of time.

Suddenly, a slow song comes on over the speakers, causing her heart rate to increase even more. Without thinking twice, she takes your hand in hers and begins to lead you to the dance floor. Your fingers intertwine with hers as you follow close behind, gazing into her eyes the whole time.

The dance feels almost like a dream; their bodies moving in perfect sync, their breath mingling together. When the song ends, Delilah leans in closer to whisper in your ear

As the two of you make your way back to her place, Delilah can't help but feel a sense of elation washing over her. The touch of your hand in hers is electric and she's never been more aware of you. When you lead her into her apartment, she glances around nervously before turning back to face you, her heart racing wildly.

"Fer... I want this too," she whispers, reaching up to tenderly caress your cheek with her thumb. "But if we're going to do this..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the floor, hesitating for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. "I-I think I need... something else."

There it is; the truth laid bare between them. Delilah takes a deep breath, summoning up all her courage, knowing full well that what she's about to ask might be crossing

of some lines. Still, it feels necessary. "Would you... I-I want to see if..." Her words stumble over themselves as she searches for the right way to phrase her request. Finally, she musters up the courage and blurts it out: "Do you think... that maybe we could... be together like this? You know..." She motions between the two of you before trailing off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

Your lips brush against hers softly at first, tentatively, before pressing firmer, deeper. She responds in kind, melting into you, as her hands find their way up your chest and around your neck. The kiss grows more intense with every passing second; it's a dance of tongues and fire, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.

When you finally break the kiss to catch your breath, Delilah meets your gaze, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. Without another word, she tugs gently at your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers once again. As you help her pull it off, revealing toned abs and a trail of hair leading downward toward the bulge in your pants, she leans forward and presses a kiss along your sternum before moving lower still...