My first beach thong!
Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2025 5:20 am
I was 23 or 24 – 15 years ago – but I perfectly remember that weekend. I was sent to a business trip in north-east of Spain (Basque country), 1.000 km from home, alone, in a seaside town, in July, for job activities that would be concluded on Thursday at midday and purposed trip home on Friday. The boss suggested me to move the flight on Sunday evening, pay for the nights at hotel and enjoy the vacation.
This was the perfect combo. I wanted to wear a beach thong since late teen but now never feel the courage, now I’m 3 days away, alone and in a liberal place like Spain.
I spent the days before organizing my trip and not only the job part: return flight, where to go in Google Map, visiting sexy shops and find the “perfect” thong. I still have that blue suit Eros Veneziani with detachable sides.
During flight I decided to wear my thong in aircraft toilet to save time and for this I rummaged the luggage, I simulated an urgency (!) to be the first get off the plane and so on.
Guess what I was thinking from the departure!
I joined the beach in late afternoon, few people there (good). I felt the adrenaline as rarely happened in my life. And few people. Drop shorts while sitting then I felt the courage to turn on my tummy and eventually to walk.
First meet anyone close to me then I venture into a narrow passage between the promontory and the sea discovering another long path. Find some young and old, lonely walkers, parents and kids, couples. Maybe 10-15 people at all. People didn’t care outfit (maybe), but I felt like all was staring at me.
So I decided to dare and took the car in my thong only (just leave the beach and cross the road), but once driving I had to calm down and get dressed for the safety of me and other drivers. LOL.
The Friday afternoon I got the beach very close to my business destination. I was thinking about meeting colleagues: they will recognize me? Say anything? Tell everyone about my suit? No one meet and no one care me.
The weekend I decided to cross the boundary and enjoy France. There were some very long beaches to walk (I like beach walking). Was in desert place with no one around and in crowded areas around villages, see every kind of people. Did walking, bathing, suntanning… See people’s reactions: looking down, girls smiling, children laughing, a boy with thumb up at me. Just a group of 4 Italian (!) teen males saying loudly in italian “it’s disgusting, what the hell, XXXX (a vugar for “gay”) …” I say nothing and looking at them I opened my Italian unmistakable crossword’s magazine. LOL. So they understood that I had understood they crying and I said them “I’m close to a cute girl and you are 4 male. I’m not the gay between us”. Indeed no much space between me and pretty, unknown girl but I pretended to be with her. LOL.
No other bad reaction.
I spent high tension weekend and very exciting time resulting in a light thong tanline at the end.
I thought a lot about why I waited too long!
The evolution carried me to move to more daring things to do in thong, smaller ones and maybe some exaggeration.
Thank you for reaching the bottom of this long message
, happy to read your feedbacks and also happy to have PMs.
This was the perfect combo. I wanted to wear a beach thong since late teen but now never feel the courage, now I’m 3 days away, alone and in a liberal place like Spain.
I spent the days before organizing my trip and not only the job part: return flight, where to go in Google Map, visiting sexy shops and find the “perfect” thong. I still have that blue suit Eros Veneziani with detachable sides.
During flight I decided to wear my thong in aircraft toilet to save time and for this I rummaged the luggage, I simulated an urgency (!) to be the first get off the plane and so on.
Guess what I was thinking from the departure!
I joined the beach in late afternoon, few people there (good). I felt the adrenaline as rarely happened in my life. And few people. Drop shorts while sitting then I felt the courage to turn on my tummy and eventually to walk.
First meet anyone close to me then I venture into a narrow passage between the promontory and the sea discovering another long path. Find some young and old, lonely walkers, parents and kids, couples. Maybe 10-15 people at all. People didn’t care outfit (maybe), but I felt like all was staring at me.
So I decided to dare and took the car in my thong only (just leave the beach and cross the road), but once driving I had to calm down and get dressed for the safety of me and other drivers. LOL.
The Friday afternoon I got the beach very close to my business destination. I was thinking about meeting colleagues: they will recognize me? Say anything? Tell everyone about my suit? No one meet and no one care me.
The weekend I decided to cross the boundary and enjoy France. There were some very long beaches to walk (I like beach walking). Was in desert place with no one around and in crowded areas around villages, see every kind of people. Did walking, bathing, suntanning… See people’s reactions: looking down, girls smiling, children laughing, a boy with thumb up at me. Just a group of 4 Italian (!) teen males saying loudly in italian “it’s disgusting, what the hell, XXXX (a vugar for “gay”) …” I say nothing and looking at them I opened my Italian unmistakable crossword’s magazine. LOL. So they understood that I had understood they crying and I said them “I’m close to a cute girl and you are 4 male. I’m not the gay between us”. Indeed no much space between me and pretty, unknown girl but I pretended to be with her. LOL.
No other bad reaction.
I spent high tension weekend and very exciting time resulting in a light thong tanline at the end.
I thought a lot about why I waited too long!
The evolution carried me to move to more daring things to do in thong, smaller ones and maybe some exaggeration.
Thank you for reaching the bottom of this long message
, happy to read your feedbacks and also happy to have PMs.
Great story!!! Looking forward to learning about your thong adventures since then, as well as the brands and styles you like.