Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Red Riding Hood The Big Bad Wolf was just minding his own business until he saw her. Red Riding Hood. His wolf eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was amazing, just shy of twenty and gorgeous. He watched her curvy, teen body bounce as she trotted along. He decided he had to see more of it. He followed her for a while, watching her athletic legs. They ended at a red skirt that wasn't quite long enough. A bit of blue panty showed from behind. The wolf, armed with a high quality digital camera, took several pictures of that little skirt and what it showed. After a while, he crept up behind and knocked the picnic basket out of her arm. "Hey! Watch what you're doing!" She bent over to pick up the basket revealing a great deal of that pantied ass. The wolf had a hard time keeping himself from howling. "Who are you anyway?," she demanded. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf." "You don't look much like a wolf. You look more like some schmuck in a wolf outfit." "Yeah, maybe so, but these are my ears and my nose. And these aren't contacts, my eyes really are yellow. Your eyes are very nice though. You could be a model! Wanna pose for me?," he asked as he brandished the camera. "Huhn! Don't get fresh. And how the hell can you have a camera anyway? They haven't been invented yet!" With that, she spun around and marched away. The wolf was not dissuaded though. He had read the story. He knew that he could use a shortcut to get to Grandma's house before her. He was there quickly and, yes, he did disguise himself as Grandma. Where Red's real Grandma was isn't important enough to explain. When Red Riding Hood got there, she was completely taken in by the disguise. The Wolf somehow managed to sound enough like the old lady to lure Red Riding Hood closer. Despite the disguise she was surprised to notice a few odd things. She asked, "What big ears you've got Grandma!" "The better to hear you with." "And what big eyes you've got!" "The better to see as much as possible of you with." "THE WOLF!" He leapt out of bed and got around the poor girl, barring the door before she could reach it. With a lascivious grin, he pulled out his camera. "Y'know, you would have been better off if you would have just let me take some pictures before. Now it's really gonna be worth my time." He took a few snapshots of her confused and terrified expression. Then he told her, "Take off that hood 'n cape." Red untied it and let it fall to the floor without comment. The wolf took a few more pictures, making certain to get some from behind where that little bit of panty was still showing below her skirt. Red was nervous, but nothing worse than that. Yet. The wolf demanded with a smile, "Get that blouse off!" "What?" "You heard me, hurry it up, get it off!" Red's hands trembled a bit as she unbuttoned, the Wolf clicking pictures all the way. Underneath was a nice blue bra that matched her panties perfectly. She was blushing now as the wolf snapped his pictures. He wasn't finished though. "Take the skirt off." Red stared into his greedy yellow eyes for a moment, hoping that he was joking. Then, breathing hard, she slipped her skirt down and off. The Wolf was breathing hard now too. Her fit young underwear clad body was a marvel to behold. He took a few pictures as she put her arms around herself demurely. "Turn around." Click! Click! Her pantied butt had the perfect curve, athletic like her legs. Her blue panties accentuated it wonderfully, showing just enough skin to make the Wolf strain to keep from panting. "Now bend over." "But!" "Exactly! Bend over so I can get a good look at that butt!" Helplessly, Red posed for him. He clicked a few more pictures then he made her stand with her legs apart for another view. The Wolf wanted to take his time with this, but he knew that time was not on his side, so he moved along. "Get the bra off." Red's innocent eyes widened in panic. "Come on, come on, I wanna see those precious titties. Either you strip, or I strip you." Red's lower lip trembled as she hesitantly reached behind her back and unclasped. She slipped the bra down, revealing a beautiful pair. They were just barely big enough to be called big, rouge nippled and very round and firm. She was taking deep, shaking breaths that moved her chest wonderfully. The wolf howled in delight, then he started clicking his pictures as she fought back her tears. He took his pictures from several different angles and made her pose a few different ways. Hands behind her head, leaning forward for cleavage and so on. The wolf gave a low grumble of approval that Red took to mean he was finished. He wasn't quite done yet. His eyes moved over her body and came to a rest on her pretty little panties. "Let's see if you're a real red headed riding hood." "What? NO! You can't!!" "Oh yeah. Get those panties off." She trembled as she waited a few moments. The wolf became more insistent and she had no choice. With slow movements, she began to slide the panties down. The wolf could hardly stand the suspense. When she stood back up she had a hand clutched desperately in front of her bush. The wolf chuckled and clicked a picture before telling her with a smile, "Move the hand, Red." Red Riding Hood was literally shivering as she gave the Wolf his look. He howled with delight. She had very well trimmed, short crimson colored bush in a classical isosceles triangle. She stared at the ground as the camera began to click full frontal shots of her naked body. The Wolf circled her slowly, taking picture after picture from every angle. He got close ups of her delectable tits, her firm ass and that wonderful, wonderful, red bush. He also had her pose several different ways. Arching her back, hips to the side, and so on. Then he had her stand with her legs apart. Her red bush was very sparse underneath so it was easy to see her pretty pussy lips for several more shots including close ups from in front, below and from behind as he had her bend over again. Breathlessly satisfied, the Wolf glanced at the clock. Having read the story, he knew that the woodsman was due to arrive soon, so he made his getaway out the back door. This stunned Red Riding Hood who had felt instinctively that she should have been rescued. Now though, with that camera full of nudie pictures out there she had a new worry. She could only hope that the Wolf would keep them all to himself, but who knows who else might see them now? Given the anachronism of the camera, maybe he might even get internet access and display her body to the world? Post Script to the Story : Silly as it is, this story has a bit of historical significance. While the camera may be my own idea, forcing Red Riding Hood to strip is not! The Red Riding Hood story was very old even before the Grimm Brothers got ahold of it. Like so many fairy tales, when it was first told, it was not always intended for children. There were many different versions of the story and a very popular telling of it, common to taverns and inns, didn't have the "What big eyes, ears, etc." dialogue that we're used to. What was listed, instead of the Wolf's anatomy, was Red's clothes. Piece by piece she had to remove them and talented story tellers could get very descriptive. I thought it might interest some of you to know that the concept of the ENF story is nothing new. It is centuries old.