Murfey's Law by Bec Johnson

her body were well out of practice and now crying out for a test drive. Caring about cellulite and wobbly bits was all but gone.
    ‘Mmmmmm,’ Lori's eyes snapped open, ‘mmm what a lovely breeze coming in the window.’
    He wasn't fooled.
    ‘It's ok Lori, it's a perfectly natural reaction. The release of endorphins can come from many different actions, exercise, laughter, pain, sexual excitement, they all end in the one same feeling,’ Jonah spoke in a hushed voice as he ran his hands gently up the outside of her thighs lifting them briefly over her knickers before placing them back down just above them at the top of her buttocks.
    As he worked on her back and neck, she tried hard to relax.
    When it came time to turn over Lori kept her eyes firmly closed. Like a child she figured that if she couldn't see him then he couldn't see her. Just imagine you're at the dentist she tried telling herself.
    The towel had covered her bottom perfectly when she was the other way up. Now though, it had to contend with keeping her dignity in two areas. Having not had the time or transportation to go underwear shopping like she'd promised herself she was still making do with over-washing the pairs she'd bought with her. No longer black, they were more dark grey and beginning to lose their elasticity. She tugged the fluffy white towel down a little, ensuring Jonah wouldn't catch a glimpse of the monstrous pants as he ran his hands expertly over the length of her legs.
    The feeling of awakening that had abated a little on the switch in positions soon returned when Jonah moved round to stand directly over her head, working on the front of her shoulders and neck. Each time his fingers pressed down across her décolletage towards her breasts she felt her skin tighten against his.
    ‘Are you cold?’ Jonah asked, presumably noting her goose bumps.
    Lori opened her eyes.
    He took his eyes off what he was doing and peered down at her as his arms stretched forward again. His features really were like a younger version of Zeb Lori thought. He didn't have his brother's broad shoulders or gruff personality but looking into his eyes she saw just how alike they were.
    ‘No, I'm just fine. Thank you,’ she beamed sincerely.
    Jonah gazed into her upside down smile before returning to concentrate on his work.
    ‘I like you Lori,’ he breathed through a sigh.
    ‘Uh, I... like you too Jonah.’ Lori didn't quite get his meaning.
    ‘I wish I felt more for you than I do. Believe me. I would love nothing more than to ravish you here on this table right now. Help you with whatever it is you are clearly dealing with. But I can't.’
    ‘Jonah! I want no such thing!’ Lori instinctively sat bolt upright, grabbing the towel around her. Her hands grazed her nipples which she now realised were hard and erect like beacons. Ah!
    ‘Thank god for that!’ He laughed nervously, glancing at her breasts.
    ‘Oh Jonah, did you think these were specifically about you?’ Lori glanced down to where her fingers were barely covering the flushed red of her areolas. ‘Look, let me be honest with you, for which you should feel privileged believe me! I haven't felt a man's touch for so long I'd almost forgotten what it was like. Every brush of skin, every glance at my body sends me into meltdown. A short fat Danny DeVito look alike could have been my masseur today and he still would have gotten the same reaction from me.’
    Jonah frowned.
    ‘Well ok, maybe not the exact same reaction. You are beautiful and amazing with your hands, and you said it yourself, the body has many different ways of reacting to endorphins. I guess I'm just in the dirty old woman bracket!’
    ‘Sorry.’ He gave a rueful smile. ‘I'm really not that well practiced at this stuff. I'm happy talking the talk but well, you know.’
    ‘What? Oh! I see, you're still a vir...’
    ‘Please, don't say anything to anyone,’ he begged. His eyes implored Lori's.
    ‘Of course not!’ Lori took one of