Transvestite in trouble Part 1

i pulled up on the pub's carpark. I was nervous, i'd been speaking with Andrew for about 2 months online and for 2 weeks on the phone, we'd always end up jerking off when we spoke. it was during these chats that i'd told him of my fantasy. The one where i'm overpowered and forced.

I was dressed as instructed, black lingerie, suspenders and black stockings, tight high wasted skirt, just above the knee, white blouse and black jacket, i had on 4" heels, Andrew liked the secretary look. there were only 3 cars on the carpark, Andrew had said this pub would be quiet at this time on a Thursday, it was 5pm, already getting a little dark.

I walked to the pubs door, heart pounding in my chest, opened the door and peered in, 2 old guys were sat at the bar, and a couple were near the door, and Andrew was sat in the corner as he'd described. My heart leapt.....I kinda thought he wouldn't turn up....Hell, I kinda thought I wouldn't! I walked over to him and said hi.

I sat down, and we exchanged small some small talk, then he fetched me a wine from the bar, when he came back he sat close next to me. put his heavy large hand on my thigh....feeling, I knew what for, he found my suspender clip, and smiled...."good girl" he said, I felt my cock twitch a little, i loved to be called girl! Andrew was a big guy, bigger than I expected, 6'2" and about 15 stone, strong, shaved head and half cast. He was hot. Hotter than any guy I'd been with before.
We talked quietly, "you havn't changed your mind have you" he asked. For weeks we'd been planning this meeting, I'd told Him how I wanted a guy to force me, be rough, almost rape me. He'd got very excited at this thought.

"No, i've not changed my mind" I said....I heard my voice quiver as I said it. I realised his hand was now almost at my crotch, and also that i was growing hard, that wouldn't be good in public...not in this skirt. Andrew suddenly downed his drink. "ready?" he said.....I nodded. He grabbed my hand, firmly and pulled me to my feet, and headed toward the door, I tottered behind him on my heels, the guys at the bar turned and looked at me, one seemed to check me out, and stared at the small bulge at the front of my dress....I blushed.