Hot Sand Midnight In Miami

Midnight in Miami is high school teacher/student fiction; do not read if you are allergic to teacher/student fiction, especially teacher/student fiction of the high school variety. Midnight in Miami may cause erotic fever, excessive erection, and wet vagina. Those who are allergic to excessive erection and wet vagina caused by teacher/student fiction should avoid Midnight in Miami. If you wish for excessive erection and wet vagina, especially the type of excessive erection and wet vagina that is often caused by high school teacher/student fiction, ask your doctor if Midnight in Miami is right for you.

This story is an entry for the 2024 Summer Lovin' contest. All characters are age 18 or older.

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Midnight in Miami

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"Ms. Miller, what's it like being a walking dick hardener?"

"Effie! What a thing to say! You're so bad! Haha!"

The giggle put a jiggle in Sharron Miller's buxom breasts, her healthy bosom softly contained in a dazzling string bikini that looks like it's made out of silver-colored shrink wrap. Taking this long walk on the beach with Effie, her favorite student, Sharron did notice pretty much every man looking their way, but that was the desired effect, after all, and of course Effie's barely-legal hotness was part of the equation.

"You should talk, young lady, bringing a flirty bikini like that on a school trip. I won't even ask you if you know it's see-through when it's wet because I know you know. I suppose you'll tell me your mother approves?"

Effie smiled. "My mom bought it for me. She's always saying she wants me to snag a rich guy, so she can retire and be a rich mother-in-law."

"Your mom's a hoot. I remember when she came to parent/teacher night at the school, wearing a cropped halter top and the shortest little shorts. Most of the other teachers guessed that she was your mom."

"Really?" said Effie. "Even with her tits so much bigger than mine? Now that I've turned eighteen my dad says I can get my implants. I started working overtime at the store to earn extra."

"Is that why your grades were poor this semester? Effie, senior year is important. I know you say you're not going to college, but..."

"Oh my God that guy just tripped over his own feet when he saw you! Haha! Ms. Miller, you're breaking guys brains today. I wonder if any of them think you're, like, my hot mom or my hot older sister or something."

"Two red-heads, so maybe," said Sharron. "You're lucky yours is natural, I spend a fortune at the salon, and even after all that it doesn't look as nice as yours."

"What do you do about your pubes, Ms. Miller? Do you color that, too? I guess just waxing would be the easiest, right?"

"Effie! Asking a teacher about her pubes? We've talked about filtering your thoughts, remember? This is another example. You can't just say everything you think."

"I kinda disagree with that. Oh, wow, that ugly guy is getting closer and closer. Maybe if I put my arm around you he'll think we're a lezzie couple and leave us alone." Effie looked over her shoulder to see if the man was following, and he was, but her eyes then focused farther down the beach and she saw two of her male teammates jogging toward her. "Ethan and Logan are coming."

Sharron looked back and saw them, her feet still carrying her forward but her eyes still focused there, over her shoulder, Ethan and Logan's shirtless bodies glistening with a satiny sheen of perspiration on this blisteringly hot Florida day, this a day of 'free time' after the competition they'd traveled for was over, this a day for relaxing fun on the beach before the fifteen-hour bus ride back home tomorrow.

The American Youth Fitness Association's new 'Swimsuit Physique' and 'Body Beautiful' competitions were the reason for this school trip, Sharron Miller being these kids high school's coach, the coaching and training done in spare time that she frees up from her usual art teacher duties. She'd read about the AYFA and had always found it interesting, and now with these new categories open for the first time to eighteen-year-old high school seniors who wish to inspire and lead others toward a brighter and hotter-bodied future, she asked some of her fittest, hottest-bodied students about it to gauge their interest, and ever so quickly a team was formed and here they all were in Florida, competing on the big stage at the Nationals.

"You guys training for next year?" she asked Ethan and Logan when they caught up, their long run in this heat leaving them a bit winded. "The only way back here is if you fail all your classes and repeat twelfth grade, you know."

"Another year with you, Ms. Miller? Sign us up," said Logan, smiling.

"You flatter me sir, but really, should you be running in this heat? Drink lots of water, you two."

Sharron's eyes defied her willpower, quickly glancing, she hoped unseen, at the mightily masculine bulges at the fronts of Ethan's and Logan's snug little Speedo-style swimsuits, the very ones--in the school's Dodgers Blue color--that they'd worn in yesterday's competition. Today though, in this blistering heat, the perspiration at their crotches had soaked the thin, high-tech fabric in a blotchy, uneven way, rendering the actual shape of their cocks in a different shade of blue, accentuating the lewdly lumping bulges. The surprise of it jolted Sharron with adrenaline, arousing her nipples and raising the soft hairs on her suddenly goosebumpy arms.

Instead of her crotchal glances being unseen, they were seen by everyone. This wasn't the first time that Ethan and Logan had seen her looking -- she was the coach, after all, and in the course of her duties she was

supposed

to be looking at their bodies. But here, with Ms. Miller's nipples now fully aroused under in her shrink-wrap-thin silver lamé bikini, her hotness and her MILF-iness was suddenly cast in a newer, brighter light, the excitement of it quickly plumping both their cocks, their Dodgers Blue lumps now bordering on obscene.

Effie had seen it all, too, and she wondered if this delightfully sexy moment was the perfect time to ask something, so in her always unfiltered way she blurted it out. "Ms. Miller, want to party with us tonight? I got some bottles of vodka. I can probably get us some weed, too."

"How! You have liquor? Effie, where did it come from? I'm supposed to be chaperoning you!"

"There's this nice guy down the hall from our room. Last night, while you were sleeping, he told me he'd get some for us today. It's no big deal, he's really nice."

"It's a very big deal! You met a man? Late last night? Effie, oh my God! Tell me you didn't do...!"

"Didn't do what? I'm eighteen and legal, remember? We all are."

"Yes, but...okay, I'm taking a deep breath. I can't stop you, but I want it to be on record that I didn't condone this. Did all of you drink alcohol last night?"

"No, not till tonight," said Effie. "We'll celebrate, everything. Coming here, competing, graduation in a week. All of it. We want you to celebrate with us. We'll be bummed unless you're with us."

"For sure," said Logan, still dumfounded by how Ms. Miller's nipple bumps transformed her into the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.

He'd noticed her remarkable bikini earlier, of course, as soon as she'd taken off her cover-up here at the beach today. All six of the teammates had noticed it, all of them thrilled to have a perfect coach such as her, willing to show off her nice body in solidarity with them, her own 'swimsuit physique' probably the best of the bunch, truth be told, at least in the eyes of the four boys on the team. Effie and the team's other girl, Chloe, had admired Ms. Miller's body, too, but in a different way than the boys. Effie has always wished to have tits just like Ms. Miller's, and Chloe often works up a sweat on the school gym's exercise machines to try and have an ass just like Ms. Miller's, she being a coach who inspires in so many different ways.

Sharron shook her head, unsure of what to do. "Maybe...you can have just a single drink tonight, or...maybe two. Do you all think you can do that for me? I'd rather be with you, keeping an eye on you, so...do you think you can keep it under control? We'd all have to keep it secret when we get back to school. Do you think you can do that? If so...I guess we can celebrate. Just a little."

"Yay!" said Effie, suddenly hugging. "We love you, Ms. Miller. Oh my God, this fabric! Your bikini! It's so fun and slippery! So nice! You guys, feel it."

Before Sharron could get her bearings both the boys had a hand on her behind, the boys' hands only half on the fabric and half on the cheeky bareness of her buttocks. "Okay, enough of that," she quickly, calmly, and sternly said. "Let's head back to our towels. Are Chloe and the boys still there?"

"They were playing frisbee," Ethan said, his eyes still unblinking from the quick but surprising excitement of feeling the soft warmth of Ms. Miller's body. He saw her eyes glance down at his arousal, a rush of adrenaline tightening his abs and halting his breaths. Sharron felt the moment too, her breath caught in her throat, these last few minutes the most discombobulated she'd ever been when with students.

The next few minutes were just as inappropriately arousing, with Ethan and Logan taking the lead of this little group, walking in front so as to try and get their own arousal under control, both of them now keenly aware of the risk a guy takes when wearing an indecently skimpy Speedo-style swimsuit. The problem for Sharron was trying, and failing, to keep her eyes up off their asses. Effie, too, was smitten with the view. "Damn, you guys, been hittin' the glute exercises hard?" she said. "I'm surprised those lady judges didn't give us a prize just for your asses."

"Haha!" Sharron giggled. "They were stern-looking women, weren't they? Very serious. The men judges looked more...what's the right word..."

"Horny?" said Effie. "A whole day of looking at eighteen year-old girls in bikinis. I mean, yeah, they seemed pretty happy with their job."

This long beach walk quieted now, Effie's and Sharron's eyes on the backs of the boys, the boys' eyes on the hot sand and the distance. The sounds of seagulls and the gently hissing surf were lulling all their daydreams into blurry imaginings. Florida's sultry hot languidness felt blissfully overpowering.

When their group's assortment of towels and lotion bottles were in sight, Effie looked around for Chloe and the two other boys, Malik and Darius, her eyes eventually finding them out in the water, almost shoulder deep, Darius close up behind Chloe, kissing her neck, Malik in front of her, kissing her mouth. Effie wanted to yell 'Yay!' and cheer Chloe on for finally getting some, but instead she stayed silent, hoping Ms. Miller wouldn't see them and break up this fun new development.

"Oh my goodness," Sharron said, spotting the canoodling trio out in the water. "Hey! We're back!" she waved.

Effie smiled at the way Sharron had handled it: surprised but seemingly calm. Chloe, though, was thoroughly blushed pink in the face when she emerged out of the gentle surf looking like a magazine model, her long blonde hair and bikini-clad body dripping with a sun-sparkled incandescence. Close behind her were the two boys, the ocean's wetness beading up and rolling off of their richly brown skin like they'd been oiled for another 'Body Beautiful' competition, which this day on the beach with these girls sort of was.

Sharron took Chloe aside and whispered so as not to embarrass her. "Kissing your teammates? When did this happen?"

"Just...today. I waited, Ms. Miller, until after the competition. But now that we're done..."

Sharron nodded. "Okay, yes. I'm not mad, I'm just surprised. But I shouldn't be. That's stupid of me. Both of them, though? Is that...sustainable?"

Chloe smiled sweetly. "I have no idea. Really fun so far though. Four hands, oh my God. Can you...check and make sure they tied my top on right? It feels different. Maybe it's just too tight."

Sharron nodded, a bit stunned by this but glad that the girls trusted her and thought of her almost as a friend. Yesterday she'd helped them adjust their competition bikinis, so why not this nice little pink one that Chloe had on today, with these delicate white strings, the knots tied at the back and at the back of Chloe's neck obviously done hastily and crudely. Sharron was even more surprised when she saw Chloe checking the ties at her hips, as if the boys had had the bottom of the bikini off of her, too.

"Is this okay?" asked Sharron, fingering the upper ties that she'd redone. "Not too loose? You don't want to fall out of it."

Chloe smiled, nodded, said "It's good," remembering when the team first came together, the first 'girls' meeting with just her and Effie and Ms. Miller. That day, Ms. Miller had expressed more than a bit of worry about how Chloe's big jiggly triple D's would stay contained in the surprisingly skimpy competition bikinis they'd just received. Somehow they made it work, with carful adjustments and the application of some sticky material on the inside of the edges of the breast pieces. After the recent whirlwind of the local competitions, the State Championships, and now the big stage at the Nationals, Chloe's big naturals had behaved, though they'd certainly looked like they'd wanted to bust loose during some of the moves and poses.

Sharron didn't have the heart to say it, but she was sure Chloe's big tits were the reason they'd won at the local and state levels, where the judges--quite noticeably skewed a bit more male-- are less experienced and more easily wowed, and also the reason they'd lost here at the Nationals, where her big sexy tits were just too darn big and sexy, this being an American Youth Fitness Association event and not a porn showcase.

Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference, though, what with the competition bikinis featuring Brazilian style bottoms that showed off acres of sexy cheeks, and the young men's ultra-thin little Speedo-style 'bikinis' doing little to hide the excited arousal that unluckily flared-up in a few of the young male competitors. One in particular, a eighteen-year-old high school senior from South Dakota, was unable to control it to a rather shocking degree, his stunned face blushing red as a beet as he held one pose, his remarkably big cock so stiffened that it lifted open the leg-holes of his little bikini, giving view of his hairless and probably very sweaty balls. He knew right then and there he wasn't going to win, all the stern-looking woman judges slowly shaking their heads.

Sharron and Chloe flopped down on their towels, there with the others, this Florida sun now as brutal as a broiler here on this beach. Lots of sunscreen lotion was used, lots of "Do my back" requests, always directed at one of the opposite sex, except for Sharron, of course, who made sure the only hands on her back were her favorite student Effie's.

At one point, when all were lying dreamily half asleep under the cooking sun, Effie spoke up. "You guys, I forget to tell you all, we're having a party tonight. Ms. Miller, are we doing it in our room, or the boys' room?"

Sharron tried to get her sun-dazed brain working. "I don't know. The boys', maybe? They're in a corner room, so one less neighbor to worry about. I don't know why I just said that because we're NOT going to be noisy. Just one drink for each of you, remember?"

"Two drinks, you said before. That was the deal, I'm pretty sure."

"Yup," said Logan. "You said two drinks."

Sharron conceded. "Okay, two drinks. Quiet ones. Effie, I think I should buy the liquor. Having that...man you met do it...I don't like that idea."

"No, he's already in," Effie said. "I texted him. He already bought it."

"You texted him...since we talked? You have his phone number?"

"Don't look so worried. I told you, he's nice."

Sharron's eyes widened. "What if he's a hotel cop or something!"

"Nope, not a cop. Just an older guy happy to find some fun, I'm pretty sure. He was so super nice last night."

"Oh my God," said Sharron. "I don't even want to know. Don't tell me any more."

Effie smiled, so happy to be legal now. Not legal for drinking yet, but legal for the fun sex she'd had with this Michael guy, he staying just down the hall but also a face she'd seen in the audience at the competition, a friendly face that had seemed bashful at first, but when Effie began playing to him with her eyes when she posed, he and she each began a sweetly smiling flirtation.

That's why it delighted her, and him, when he happened to get off the elevator just as she was thinking about getting on last night, when she was bravely on her way down to the lobby to see what was what in this hotel late at night, this after Ms. Miller had fallen soundly asleep. Chloe had been too chicken to go, so she stayed in bed, Sharron waking at one point around 1am, looking over and seeing the lump of Chloe's body, thinking Effie was surely asleep next to her.

"He's got the vodka but he's still trying to find weed," Effie said.

"Oh my God," said Sharron, watching Effie texting again, the naughty girl squinting because she could barely see her phone's screen in this blistering hot sunlight on the beach.

Soon Sharron announced it was too hot for her in this afternoon sun, a sunburn was imminent, so she packed up her things and shook out her towel and moved to one of the hotel's cabanas at the back edge of the beach, and she sprawled herself on its comfortable lounge chair in some blissful shade. A server from the outdoor bar was soon at her side, telling her the house specialty is their famous Piña Colada.

"I've only got one day on the beach in Miami, so I guess I'd better have one," she said, smiling.

The server brought it, and as Sharron sipped it she watched with amazement as Effie ran frolicking into the sea with Darius and Malik running after her, Effie soon shoulder deep, with her bikini top quickly off, Sharron could tell, because Effie held it in her hand up above her head, as if it was a flag signaling her availability, which, of course, it was. Effie's squeals of glee were able to be heard even at this distance, above the hypnotic din of the surf and the seagulls, Sharron feeling a shiver of goosebumps when she saw the two boys moving in on Effie, engulfing her in their touches and kisses.

In mid-distance, on the towels, Chloe was alone with Ethan and Logan, the three of them now rolled right up against each other, Chloe the meat in a sandwich garnished with roaming hands and kissing mouths. It seemed to Sharron like a time when a chaperone should be stepping in to stop all this, but all six of these 'kids' is eighteen-years-old now, she kept reminding herself.

The piña colada was mighty strong but it went down so easy it compelled her to order another, and after she drank it she fell asleep in the hot but comfortable shade of the cabana. It stunned when she awoke and it was nighttime, the Miami sky fully dark. Upstairs, the girls weren't in the hotel room she shares with them, so she went to the boys' room, heard voices inside, and knocked on the door. "It's me, you guys. Ms. Miller."

Effie opened the door, red-eyed and smiling, the sweetly pungent scent of weed smoke spilling out into the hallway. "Ms. Miller! You woke up! Yay! Mike brought us some awesome weed! Come on, I want you to meet him."

Sharron's eyes were wide as she walked in, the room dimly lit, thick with smoke, an entire case of liquor bottles there near the door, two of the bottles already opened and partially empty. This Mike fellow looked worried, Sharron could tell, but he looked normal, a bit older than Sharron, maybe forty-five. He wasn't the crazy tattooed scary man she'd imagined; he was fit, and clean, and nicely dressed in a casual, shorts-on-a-hot-day kind of way.