Posted by Andy28 on October 21, 2000 at 00:41:03:
I wrote a story like this a few years ago and have since lost it but in view of some apparent interest in the subject, I have rewrote it. I hope someone finds it erotic.
Hans Dies Xdressed.
Hans and his family could hear the distant sound of the Soviet artillery in the east. It was much closer today than last night. The flow of Wermacht wounded and deserters had been moving past Hans' small German village in increasing numbers the last few days. The time was April 1945 and the Third Reich was collapsing from east and west. Hans father had said it was only a matter of a few hours before the Soviet troops would be there. The stories of how civilians were being treated as revenge for the butchery of Hitler's invasion of Mother Russia was well known and for that reason Hans family were joining the hoards of refugees competeing for space on the roads west. Hans talked his father into going on ahead while he watched for his Uncle's family who should be passing through the village from the east at any time. Carrying just a few meager possesions, his father, mother and two sisters waved goodbye to Hans standing in the door of their cottage.
An hour later, a neighbor of Hans Uncle passed through and gave the bad news that his uncle's family were all dead.
By then Hans knew it was too late to flee and he decided to use the suicide pills his father had set aside for the family in case they couldn't get away. As he passed the door of his sister's room he had a sudden idea that took his breath away and made his knees start to tremble. Hans had secretly tried on his sister's clothes whenever he got the chance. It was something he always eagerly looked forward to. Now he decided to die dressed like a girl! The excitement overwhelmed his fear and turned him on more than he ever thought possible.
Hans quickly shut the doors and windows knowing the rest of the village was either gone or about to end their lives also and that he wouldn't be disturbed. He quickly took off all of his clothes and started dressing in the clothes his sisters left behind in their haste to go. He put on a pair of silk panties, a full silk slip, a sweater and his sister's school uniform pleated skirt. Hans walked slowly through the house toward the kitchen where the suicide pills were secreted under the sink. He was so excited by the feel of the slip and skirt moving around his legs that he had an orgasm in the pretty silk panties. He sat for a little while recovering, then slipped the wet panties off and washed himself. As he walked back to his sister's room looking for another pair of panties it occured to him that it felt so delicious not wearing panties the he would just die without panties on!
Hans took the pills and walked slowly to his room on weak, shaky, incredibly turned on legs. Finally the time was at hand. Almost fainting from being so turned on, he shook a pill out in his hand. One apiece was all it took according to the black marketeer that sold his father the pills. Hans thought about taking two just to be sure but they were supposed to be faster that way and he wanted to linger.
Hans backed up slowly to the bed and sat down, smoothing his skirt carefully. The silk slip against his skin was heavenly! Hans then took the pill and swallowed it quickly. Now it was done, he was actually dying in a pretty slip and skirt! He slowly and with as much femininity as he could, laid back and arranged his pretty legs just so, crossing them at the ankles. He carefully smoothed his skirt and as he felt the numbness start to wash over him, propped himself up on the pillow so he could watch his legs as he lay dying. Hans never knew such esctasy as he crossed his hands over his tummy and posed for death. As he started to lose concousness, someone watching would have seen what looked like a pretty short haired girl arching her back and moaning softly. Rolling slightly from side to side, her skirt working up her pretty legs a little. They would have seen her slowly rubbing her naked thighs together under the skirt and then slowly settle back as the death orgasm was complete.
A few hours later a Soviet soldier from the steppes of Mongolia pushed open the bedroom window and looked cautiously around. He spotted the pretty dead girl on the bed with her skirt teasingly bunched around her thighs just short of being immodest. He had seen many such sights but was puzzled by the wet spot on the front of the skirt. Oh well, such a waste but Berlin lies ahead and there will be no stopping this day.