**Author's note: Hope you enjoy this quick one-shot. I intend to drop the first part of a 7 part series (Museum Piece) on Friday.**

"So essentially I'm working for four weeks straight and then I have a couple weeks off. Unless something goes wrong, and I get stuck working indefinitely." said the rough-looking man sitting next to me at the counter. He snuck a peek at my chest, it was probably the fourth time in the three minutes we'd been talking.

"Oh! So, are you on your two week break now?" I asked in my most animated voice. I knew he was lying. He hadn't seen me at that truck stop in Nebraska, but I saw him. He was unmistakable. I watched him that day walk from patron to patron asking about me and showing my picture around. Luckily, I'd found time to dye my hair, and the picture he showed didn't remind anyone of the blonde who was sipping coffee in the beer aisle most of the morning.

But my luck had finally run out. Seven states and about a dozen broken laws later, this guy caught up with me. He didn't seem to want to grab me in this small-town diner. So, I bided my time, hoping for some opportunity to escape. We kept talking and strangely, he never pushed the conversation in a direction that would corner me. It was simply a pleasant chat, and I started to wonder what his game was.

Then he smiled at me. It was almost an inconsequential thing, but I'd seen that lonesome edge to an expression before. He had to be following me for weeks. Somewhere in that time, in his pursuit, had some small piece of him grown soft towards me? Could he be interested? It wasn't much, but I was desperate and decided to take the chance. I flagged down the waitress and placed a twenty on the counter.

"I don't need change. Thanks." I said to her. If I was going to try this gambit, it was now or never. "Are you coming?" I asked the man, giving him a playful look as I hopped up from the stool. He didn't question it and dropped a few bills on the counter before following me out of the diner.

We crossed the parking lot that led to the motel I just checked in to. I did a quick about-face and caught him staring at either my ass or my legs -- a good sign.

"It's okay, you can look. I don't wear shorts this small to avoid glances." I actually didn't like to dress like this, but when you're on the run and have limited access to clean clothes, you make do. He smiled and allowed himself to look me over. I sized him up in return, easily noticing the gun protruding against his flannel shirt. He didn't need it. A man like him could snap me like a twig. But the weapon's presence drove home the stakes of the situation. I had to seduce him. "I have a bottle in my room if you want a middle-of-the-afternoon-cap." I twisted back around and quickened my pace, swaying my hips in a way which often got men's attention.

"You drink?" he asked.

It was a stupid question on his part. True, a thorough profile of me might have mentioned that I don't drink, but was he really going to fuck up the game we were playing that easily? I needed to be more careful with what I said.

"Of course I drink." I answered, giving him my million-dollar smile. My looks had been a double-edged sword all my life, and I was hoping today they might help me get out of trouble.

As we reached the room, I fished the old-style metal key out of my pocket and slipped it in the door. Before I turned it in the lock, I realized that this may have been the extent of his plan. It was possible that he wanted to confirm where I was staying before apprehending me. I needed to take control and lead him down the path of my choosing.

He clenched my arm tight as I reached to pull him closer to me, but when he saw my reassuring smile, he loosened his grip. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He had more than six inches on me, and I stood on tiptoe -- straining the rubber thongs of my cheap flipflops. He tasted of coffee and his beard scratched me slightly, but I was very pleased. The man was clearly into it. He pulled me up to him and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

After a few moments of acquainting our mouths, he pressed me against the door.

"Alright handsome, why don't we take this inside." I said. He truly wasn't bad looking, but his looks weren't my main concern.

I flicked on the light switch. Besides tossing in my bag, it was my first time being in the room, and it took me a moment to understand that the blonde woman with the hulking figure trailing behind her was the pair of us reflected in the vanity mirror. I didn't want to give him the chance to change his mind, and promptly dropped to my knees and began to unfasten his belt as the door shut behind him.

"Let's go over here." he said, gesturing towards the bed. As I stood up and stepped toward the bed, he unclipped his holster and tossed his gun on the desk. He had no intention of letting me get close to his sidearm.

I pretended indifference towards his actions and smiled while pulling off my tank top and kicking off my sandals. My bra had no padding, and I was pretty pleased how my breasts looked in the cheap, thin fabric, but my feet were gross and probably black on the bottom -- the unfortunate consequence of tromping around the dusty southwest wearing inadequate footwear. I knelt at the foot of the bed and waited for him to come to me.

He dropped his pants to his ankles and scratched his crotch before pulling down his boxers.

"Big guy, big dick." I said, catching his eye. Taking his half-flaccid penis in my hand, I started to kiss his hairy thigh, making my way towards his crotch. He smelled earthy and tasted of sweat. This chase had pushed us both to the limit, and we had each been fouled from the taxing journey. He was raw and real and just the way I liked my men, but I needed to be practical -- to keep to the plan and fuck his brains out and slip away.

As I drew my open lips across the length of his hardening cock, he let out a long slow breath. 'That's right,' I thought to myself, 'you enjoy this.' For the time being, we had the same goal. I kissed his penis several times -- wet and slow and loud. And when I took him in my mouth, I felt his fingers comb through my hair and scratch along the back of my scalp. It wasn't intentional, but I was making lewd sounds as I gave him fellatio.

He bent over and tucked his hands below my armpits and lifted me up. My lips withdrew from his erection, and I instinctively gave his penis a parting kiss. I was enjoying it far too much. He pulled me to my feet and licked and kissed the nape of my neck. I cooed as he grabbed a handful of my left breast -- stretching the bra till my hard nipple popped out of it. He lowered his head and tongued and sucked my breast. I was happy to let him play with me if that's what he wanted. My skin was covered in goosebumps.

"Lay down." he said, in a low but commanding voice. His prey was caught.

I fell back on the bed whimsically. A big smile crossed my face as I watched him take off his shirt -- almost completely forgetting this was a ploy to maintain my freedom. His body was broad and powerful and there was an old, deep scar that cut into his abs -- possibly from a bad crash or stabbing. I unhooked my bra and discarded it. He fell on top of me, encircling me with his arms. We kissed and he slipped his hand down the back of my cotton shorts and grabbed my ass cheek.

"Fuck!" I whined. In one quick motion, he shoved his free hand down the front of my shorts and put two fingers inside of me.

His fingers were thick and strong and calloused, but I was already so turned on that they felt like heaven inside of me. From my angle, I couldn't reach his dick. So, I just flailed haplessly as he toyed with me.

"You want me to help you out?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

"I'm doing exactly what I want." he replied.

He ripped off my shorts and went down on me. It made me blush, feeling his wide tongue dragging across the stubbled skin that surrounded my vagina. I'd shaved myself in a gas station bathroom probably five days prior and was already becoming uncomfortably itchy from the new growth, but my pursuer didn't seem to mind. His tongue dipped into me, and I wrapped my legs around his head and ran my fingers through his hair. My breath was quickening, and it struck me that this wasn't what I'd expected when I decided to seduce him.

"I -- Ahhh!" I cried out as my orgasm hit, causing me to arch back sharply and my legs to shudder.

He rolled out from beneath me as I shakily clutched my knees to my chest and finished my climax. Afterwards, I turned to find him lying on his back and patiently awaiting me -- his erection protruding expectantly. I straddled him, sitting so his penis rested against my abdomen.

"Turn around." he said.

I complied, shifting my position so that I straddled his stomach, and my ass was facing him. My feet were tucked behind me, their soles facing him. I peeked over my shoulder, hoping to catch him ogling my butt. He was still, staring at the dirt blackened bottoms of my feet.

"It's been a long road for both of us." he said, gliding his thumb along my heel. "You want this?" His eyes shot up, catching mine. My expression betrayed all my secrets, but it didn't matter -- he already knew.

Our game of cat and mouse ended. There were no more false pretenses -- just a man and a woman and their lifetimes of baggage in a cheap New Mexico motel room. I couldn't speak but nodded my head in answer to his question. No matter what awaited me next, I wanted him. I raised myself up and placed the head of his dick at the opening of my vagina and slowly slid him into me.

"Uhhhh!" I mewed pitifully. He felt amazing and there was no reason to conceal how much he was turning me on. I looked back again and was pleased to find him transfixed by my ass. No matter how trim I got, I always carried extra weight back there, and most men seemed to appreciate it. I lowered myself down so my face was by his shins -- spreading my ass wide to give him a good look while I rode him.

"Mmmm." He hummed with delight as I circled and swayed my hips. It pleased me greatly to finally get a reaction out of him.

After allowing me to do all the work for a couple minutes, he sat up and pulled me to him -- so that my shoulders rested against his chest. He reached his hands around, grabbing my breast with one and massaging my clitoris with the other. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and he started to kiss along my neck and earlobe.

"That feels nice, but I thought it was your turn." I said in a breathy voice.

"I want to make you come again." he replied pushing himself inside of me.

"That won't be a problem." My words were already quavering as he worked his fingers against my sopping vagina.

I hadn't felt like this in a long time, maybe never, and I let myself get caught up.

"Baby you feel so good!" I yelled as I leaned back into him and rolled my whole body -- undulating his massive erection in and out of me. I was so close I didn't notice the telltale change in his breathing.

We slipped off the edge in the same instant.

"Ahhh!" Our shouts intermingled.

He clutched me firmly in his embrace as I shivered feebly. I was lost in my orgasm, abstractly noticing the feel of his hairy chest against my back and the hot flood of ejaculate as it filled me. It was the end of a long journey, and I was glad to stop running.