Red flopped down on her timber-framed bed and sighed.
All these chores to finish, and she still had to go and see Grandma, to take her weekly provisions to her. Since her responsibilities had doubled when she turned eighteen ten months ago, she was rushed off her feet. When was she to have time to herself?
She relaxed and let her mind wander, five minutes to herself wouldn't hurt. Her thoughts landed on the woodsman. He has been earlier, carrying father's wood up to their cottage. She thought of his strong arms, his biceps flexing under the weight, his big forearms veined and powerful. She thought of the hair that covered his broad chest, that peaked from his unbuttoned plaid shirt, his clean shaved square chin and his thick inviting lips.
Her hand moved as if beyond her control and slid onto the silky skin of her thick thigh. It stroked softly up and down the firm flesh of the inside of her leg and was soon joined by her other hand, mirroring the action on her other thigh.
She let herself think of the woodsman's muscled thighs and imagined what could be hidden under his leather trousers, the trousers that barely contained his thick buttocks.
Her hand moved up still further, pushing under her scarlet skirt, all the way to the gusset of her matching panties, and she began to trace the shape of her pussy through the thin fabric. As her imagination began undressing the handsome woodsman in her mind, the pressure of her strokes increased, and sought out her most sensitive spot. Her searching fingers slipped under the red cotton of her underwear and began exploring the wetness beneath, continuing gently between her lips and easily into herself.
She moved the other hand up to the waistband of her knickers and down underneath to take over the work on her clitoris. She moved her hands in tandem, each coaxing out the pleasures of her imagination, her hips moved with the rhythm of it, her back starting to arch as the coil of an orgasm began to unroll within her...
"Red! Red! Are you going to Grandma's today or not?"
The call of her father broke the spell and she deflated unhappily. She would carry this unfulfilled desire all day...
"Coming, Father" she replied, the irony not lost on her.
She adjusted her clothing, stroking down the creases in her rouge skirt. She hurried down the stairs, through the kitchen, picking up her basket on the way, pecking her father on the cheek, and pulling up her red riding hood. She left for Grandma's.
Unknown to Red, two eyes watched her from the treeline. The Big Bad Wolf licked his lips eagerly as he took in the sight of Red skipping happily on the path to the woods. Her short skirt flapping in the breeze, he caught glimpses of the under cheeks of her tasty-looking ass, and he was unsure what exactly he wanted to do with it.
Once upon a time, he had been a normal, regular wolf, doing regular, normal wolf things, until he had chosen a meal from the wrong hen house, and the witch whose chicken it was cursed him on the spot. He was now doomed to walk between two worlds. He carried the head and fur of a black and grey wolf still but was cursed with the body of a man. Albeit, an unusually large man, thickly muscled and strong, yet still furred and still keeping his paws and claws. He felt the pull of the wild, to howl at the moon and run the forest tracks, yet he also felt the desires of man, and it was these two emotions that clashed now, watching the beautiful girl head into the woods.
In what way exactly was he hungry for flesh?
He thought for a second, and, knowing where she was headed, hatched his plan.
Grandma heard the knock at her door. *That will be red,* she thought. *Such a good girl.*
She swung the door open, but it wasn't Red she saw. The giant figure of the Big Bad Wolf blocked out the light, his features obscured in silhouette.
Only his bright white teeth stood out.
"Grandmaaa...I've come for dinner!"
Red skipped down the forest path to the gates of Grandma's cottage. Her core still ached with unspent sexual energy, but she put on her best smile and knocked on Grandma's door
"Come in..." came the invite from within.
Red let herself into Grandma's unusually dark cottage. "Hello?" she enquired tentatively.
"In here child," Granny called invitingly from the bedroom, "I'm having a lie-down, I am not very well." Grandma indeed sounded like shit.
Red put her head around the door. "Grandma?...are you ok?" she asked.
"All the better now you're here child" Grandma answered in a rough rumble.
"Grandma?" Red asked, peering at the dark shape under the bedclothes, "What big eyes you have..."
"All the better to see you, my dear," replied Grandma.
Red peered closer, "What big ears you have," she noticed with growing suspicion.
"All the better to hear you with," Grandma answered.
Red's eyes trailed down the bed clothes and she noticed an unusual tent shape halfway down Grandma's sheets. "And..What a big...dick? You... have?" Red said in confused astonishment.
"ALL THE BETTER TO FUCK YOU WITH!" cried the Wolf, jumping from under the sheets.
