Elephant and Castle Encounter

The lift shuddered and stopped.

Bunmi and the security guard stared at each other as the emergency lights flickered on.

"Well," he said, his Ghanaian accent calm. "I'm Kwame. Looks like we're stuck."

She pressed the emergency button. Nothing.

"Maintenance says an hour minimum," he reported after using his radio. "The backup generator is being repaired."

An hour. Stuck in a lift. With this gorgeous thick man.

Bunmi sat down on the floor. "Might as well get comfortable."

They talked first. About their jobs, their lives, their homes back in West Africa.

"You're Nigerian?" He smiled. "I could tell by the attitude."

"Excuse me?"

"It's a compliment. Nigerian women know their worth."

She looked at him properly. Broad shoulders. Kind eyes. Thick in all the ways she appreciated in a man.

"What else do you think you know about Nigerian women?"

"That they're passionate." He moved closer. "About everything."

"This is crazy," she said, even as his hand found her knee.

"It's an hour. Minimum. What else are we going to do?"

"Talk?"

"We can talk after." His hand slid higher. "Right now, I want to know if Nigerian women taste as sweet as they look."

She should have pushed him away. She pulled him closer.

The lift floor was hard and cold.

Neither of them cared.

He lifted her skirt and buried his face between her thick thighs, and Bunmi grabbed the handrail for support. His tongue was relentless.

"Oh God—Kwame—"

"Shh. They might hear us on the radio."

She bit her hand to muffle the scream when she came.

Then it was her turn.

She pushed him against the lift wall and dropped to her knees. He was big—properly big—and she took her time showing him what Nigerian women were capable of.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "Where did you learn—"

She looked up at him and smiled.

They fucked against the lift wall. Against the door. On the floor again. The whole hour, making the most of their unexpected prison.

"Best lift malfunction ever," he panted.

"Agreed."

When the lift finally started moving, they barely had time to straighten their clothes.

The doors opened to a crowd of concerned engineers.

"Everything okay in there?" one asked.

Bunmi smoothed her skirt. "Fine. Just fine."

The arrangement continued.

Same lift. Different times. Kwame would hold the doors open for her, and they'd steal moments between floors.

"We should probably have a real date," he suggested one evening.

"What's wrong with this?"

He laughed. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Elephant and Castle's oldest building had never seen so much excitement.

And the lift's reputation became legendary among staff who noticed it was always somehow "under maintenance."