I had a similar experience whilst on the beach at Aberlady nature reserve. I was walking along the edge of the sea wearing only a small pouch and must have appeared nude from above when a microlight passed overhead, not too high up. It turned and made a couple of more passes before flying off. 

I have been wearing thongs since my early twenties.  I am no 46 and still wear them.  I have braved wearing them at some apartment pools and at the beach.  I feel healthy  a sense of freedom being myself tanning and just laying out under the sun.  I know theres alot of mixed attitudes about men wearing these but this is a conditioned attitude fueled by media  relegion old victorian  preconceptions.  I do have fetishes about wrestling in thongs with women and now contemplate wrestling men too but I am only into the scissor holds I do have strong thighs and love to use them when applying various holds.  I have wrestled escorts and women from the wb70 website.  Overall its a alternate lifestyle that breaks the monotony of the status quo and egalatarian dogma.

I had my 'brave' moment wearing a red Dore low cut thong the other day...
Went with my kids to the beach at Port Phillip Bay, and as usual and for my bad luck, there were a few jellyfish in the water.
I tried to convince my eldest son that they don't itch, but I was unsuccessful. (I forgot to bring my bottle of white vinegar)
The day started to become miserable, he was crying and saying he wanted to go home.  Even though, it was hot and a sort of perfect day for the beach.
Just to cheer him up, I proposed to have a walk up to South Melbourne pier with my two boys.
It was Saturday and there are plenty of people on the beach, so I put our belongings in the car and put on a pair of cargo shorts on top of my thong.
We walked up to the pier, (bought them a soft drink to bribe them first) and once we were there we walked up to the end of the pier.
There were 3 fifeen-ish y/o girls on the lower platform chickening out to jump.
So I pull my short off, and asked them where is the ladder to come up after jumping.  They showed me it was just underneath.
So I jumped just to show them it wasn't that scary.
My boys were wrapped, their dad jumped.!!
I swam back up, and I thought I should now jump from the high platform. 
I did it, it was great!!!     So much I liked it that I jumped three more times, obviously only wearing a thong.
then we decided to go home, and just before I was going to put on my cargo shorts, an old fisherman who had been watching me, asked me to please jump again, his hat had gone to the water.   My son said "Dad,don't do it", but I just told him to keep my shorts and bum bag, and I jumped again, this time from the middle of the pier.
The water wasn't very quiet, and took me a while to reach the bloody hat.  then to come back, it wasn't that easy, but eventually I did it.
But I had to grab myself from the pilars of the pier, which are packed with shells.    Being a bodybuilder, I'm a bit heavy and swimming is not my best quality.
Anyway, I climbed up again the pier and gave the fisherman his stupid hat.
Then I felt my left hand and right wrist, they felt very sticky:  I was bleeding quite a lot, I had cut myself with the shells.
The adrenaline was at its top then, and decided to go back to the showers wearing only my red thong and walking in the water so my wounds could heal with the sea water.

I became the heroe of the day for my children, wearing a thong, saving a hat and bleeding from my hand. 
But once I arrived to the showers, I put on my cargo shorts again;  Saturday's are not the best days to parade wearing a thong.
My son took shots of me jumping, and now I'm a bit sore with cuts on my hand and fingers.  But it was worth!!

 Yep, you have to be very careful of the oysters and shells that grow on the piles and seawalls. I have seen some very serious injuries from them.  They are so sharp and cut deep before people realize they are seriously sliced up.  We tell people that if they fall in the canals around here NOT to try climbing out on the shore, but to swim to a boat and climb out on that.  Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt to prove it. Stay well away from them there oysters.

 odie77301
haha there is a little commuter airport across the bay from me in Palo Alto and the airplanes sometimes fly over my house, i never noticed them while i was out there but once i started thonging outside I noticed planes flying more frequently..might just be my imagination..haha 

Mardi Gras 2010
This story hits a peak of bravery in a thong for me.  My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight.  I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy.   About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us!  I absolutely crashed on the idea.  Here I was planning on spending the 3 days as close to naked as I could, and now the in-laws were coming along.  Certainly not the ideal partners for such an adventure!
As the days went by, it became increasingly clear that the weather wasn’t going to cooperate either, and I might not have been comfortable in skimpy attire no matter who did or didn’t go with us.   Turned out to be the coldest Mardi Gras since 1959.  What having the in-laws along did for me though, was give my wife someone to talk to on the parade route, while I hit Bourbon Street. 
Hoping for nice weather and planning to be showing off, I had hit the tanning bed for the month prior, making sure my long standing thong tan lines were very well defined.  The weather may have talked me out of my costume ideas, but I wore a pair of well worn, slightly too large jeans, which slid down my hips a bit while walking, and showed the tan lines or thong underneath on command.  I made sure to show at a few opportunities with attractive female audiences, but it was pretty low key overall.
The real fun began when I walked into “The Famous Door”, one of the many party bars on Bourbon St.
The Bud Light girls (dressed in black spandex pants, little chain belts and black sports bras) were onstage, offering airbrush tattoos to anyone who wanted one.   Most everyone was just walking up to the edge of the stage, and getting one on their cheek.  A few girls started going for the shoulders or chest, and then a couple went for the tramp stamp very lower back area.  The music was pumping, and the hot little DJ/MC on stage was working the crowd up, and encouraging folks to come up to get tattooed.
A young lady (are there any ladies on Bourbon St?) walked up the steps and actually got up on stage with the MC and Bud girls, and said she wanted her tattoo a bit lower.  She slid her jeans down a ways, baring about the top half of a smooth butt, no underwear, no tanlines.   One of the girls doing the tattoos moved right in, and planted one on the top half of her right cheek, much to the crowds’ approval. 
The MC then says “We don’t want to discriminate, so we should get a guy up here for a tattoo too!”  She then asked if there were any guys in the audience in tighty-whities.  Apparently she was going to get them to tattoo the underwear, which didn’t make any sense.  There had to be some drunk guy out there that would get his ass tattooed, but since she was asking for something specific, she wasn’t getting any takers.  She asked another time or two, pointing out specific guys she thought might go.  She finally got one guy on stage, but when he dropped his drawers, he had on dark blue briefs, not even very small ones.  She was disappointed, and let him know it.  He got his stomach tattooed and went on his way. 
She then asked “Ok, do we have any men out there wearing a thong?”  I was in heaven!  I had worn an old MaxPower metallic silver thong that was pretty close to the tan lines.  I worked my way up to the stage stairs, and the bouncer dude looked at me, then I pulled the side of my jeans down to show the side strap of the thong to one of the girls on stage, who literally squealed, and grabbed my hand, pulling me up on stage.  I was led over to the MC, who asked if I had tighty-whities on, and I told her no, I was wearing a thong.  The look on her face was priceless!  She told me to “Drop ‘em!”  Which I happily did, facing the crowd and keeping the front in place, I dropped the jeans to the bottom of my butt, and then slid the thong down to meet them. I bent over, and put my hands just below my knees, and pulled my shirt up plenty far enough to give her lots of skin to work with.  The MC suddenly goes “Wait a minute, hold on here, stop the music, stop the music!”  The music stopped, and the place got awfully quiet for a crowded party bar.  She then starts in “Guys, this is the shit right here, you all need to do this, because your ladies would go crazy.  This is so damn hot!”  I thought I was going to die right there, I was loving it.
During that time, a Bud girl moved in on each cheek, and sprayed me a Mardi Gras tattoo quite a ways down.   Once they were done, they turned me around, so the crowd could see their handiwork.  I kept the shirt up, pants down, and shook my butt around for the whole bar for probably 30 seconds, which seemed like forever.  I finally pulled my pants back up, thanked the girls and made my way off stage, to all kinds of whistles, cheers, etc.  A few high fives from guys as I was getting down, and I was back in the crowd, and back to my beer.  My head was spinning from the whole experience!
We are going back for Halloween this fall, and Mardi Gras every year!

Way to go my friend. I bet your heart was pounding pretty hard!

 I almost forgot, I added a few pics of the results in my profile!  It was a blast, and I really hope I ever get another chance like that in my life.

 Wow.  Great story, you must have been sweating big time!!! 

 Not bad at all: I like that tiger string thong!

thats pretty wild , not sure if i would have been able to do that

 Being a committed exhibitionist, each time I have one of these great moments, it really makes me wonder if this was the last/best moment of such a nature.  I've had only 8 or 10 really top notch moments anything like this ever, and each time I find myself thinking the same thing.  Writing this one down makes me think that I should document each of the others as well.  My wife doesn't know about most of them though, so I need to be careful about where I do that.  At least this one I told her all about, that very night. 
I'm 46 and I'm in great shape, but I know that there will come a point where I may still like to be naked, but I'm not going to feel as good about showing off like this, if I don't think the audience will be appreciative.  You don't have to be in good shape to wear a thong, even to the beach or pool, but I do feel that if you're going to really show off on purpose, there is a big advantage to looking good while you do it.

 Well, modelnude, for what it's worth, let me tell you that if you're in good shape for your age, that counts for a lot.  I'm almost 70, and if you looked like me at your age you'd feel horrible.  But when people find out that I'm almost 70, they are highly complimentary.
Be naked forever, dude.
Chip

 I was wearing a sheer when wet yellow thong at a empty kinda secluded beach, and two girls saw me and came over and joined me. They had commented on "Is this a nude / topless beach"? and I had said no, but they liked my little bikini that really didn't leave anything to the imagination. One of the girls had an adjustable bikini bottom and top (fuller back, but the front was adjustable) and she decided to make it as small as possible. Barely covered her top and maybe a 1" wide on the front of her bottoms. After a while she was laying on her stomach and took her top off and didn't really always lay completely flat, she didn't mind giving me a little bit of a topless show..needless to say I got a better tan on my back that day then the front.

This past halloween in Los Angeles, I decided to forgo the costume and walked the entire length of Santa Monica Boulevard, from Doheny to La Cienega wearing nothing but a tiny pink, teardrop g-string, koala's Adrenaline Rush. I was out for about 4 hours and had a blast. Posed for hundreds of photos and made quite a scene! I can't wait for this year!

 Sounds like a great beach Camloser. Where is it?

On the beach in Lauderdale by the Sea, a wave knocked off my sunglasses and carried them away forever.  Needing some sort of eye protection, I headed for a shop wearing only my red Tulio thong.  I figured the shop was right next to the beach, so it won't be any big deal.  No one said anything as I tried on a couple of pairs and then stood in line to pay for them.  When it became my turn I realized I had grabbed a five dollar bill and not the twenty that I intended; not enough to pay for the $15 emergency sunglasses.  A little irritated with myself, I went back to my spot, grabbed by car keys, and headed for my car which was parked on the street about five blocks from the beach.  Standing at the crosswalk waiting seemingly forever for the light to change I of course received numerous looks and giggles, but nothing angry or hateful.  Twenty in hand I headed back to the shop, walking through the restaurant/shopping of Lauderdale by the Sea.  A gathering of couples drinking at an indoor/outdoor bar gave me some whistles, so I returned to them and asked them for a beer, and they obliged.  Bought the sunglasses, returned to my wife on the beach, now make it a point to leave the RayBans in my bag when venturing into the water.  Glad I had the beer; I was thirsty.

My bravest moment (3 weeks actually) in a thong was while traveling in Austrailia I met a girl and subsequently her 40 something parents who were the owners of a run down water park.  I was 22 years old and very mechanical, so I helped the owners (Mike,Lydia), (Mike was a horible handy man) with everything from selling food, to running rides, to general repair. 
 
The morning I was going to get my first tour of the "park" which was pretty rough,  consisting of a couple of water slides  three pools and volley ball, horseshoe pits etc. When I left on the trip, one of the goals was to get over my unfounded shyness so I was looking forword to experimenting and pushing personal boundries. I decided I wanted to wear less than I was normally comfortable with and settled on taking a "risk" with a split-sided beach cover-up and brought a speedo in case i got really brave!
Our first stop was to check in with His wife (Lydia,who I would soon learn ran the place) and amoung a 1000 other things made swim suits that she sold in the gift shop/shed.  I complimented her on her designs which were mostly womens styles but all pretty cool.  She caught me looking at a ladies thong made of a chamois type, lycra material and she offered to make one for me. Being 22 and "friends" with her daughter, I blushed that she even noticed me looking at the thong!  She measured my waist while Mike waited grinning at me and then Lydia  lifted the back of my "shorts" exposing both cheeks gave me a slap and said "he's gonna look geat in a chamois isn't he?" I was really embarrassed but also realized it was license to wear whatever I was brave enough to wear. 

Mike and I continued on the morning chores, getting ready to open at 10 am. when we went back to see lydia who was waiting with my first thong "swim suit" it wasn't 30 mins later, but there it was, very nice! A decent sized front, small dart, 1/2" elastice waist, "y" back to a string.   "Let's see it on!" she says, as if it were a hat! I was really terrified.... In one minute I was going to be modeling a thong in front of my 2 new friends/hosts and parents of my new "girl friend" .  As you couldn't really enter the gift "shed" I didn't know where to "try" it on at!  Lydia pointed at the restrooms 50 feet away.  To a seasoned thonger not a problem at all, but I thought I was going to pass out!  In the bathroom, I remember thinking how I secretly loved the idea of a thong and glad that I had spent time in a tanning booth.deciding that this is it! it is now or never. 
I came out of the bathroom and headed back to the gift shop carrying my shorts and sandles wishing my shirt was just a little longer and praying that this unlined fabric wouldn't completly give me away.  Mike had turned to open the gate to the first customers Lydia was watching me walk back to the shed, all I could see was sunglasses and teeth as she waited to torment me.

I was literally scared and it was so obvious that she came around the table, gave me a hug and told me how cute I looked . "you yanks have got to get over yourselves, you look fantastic!"  she told me to put on my sandles come with her. The tour was twice the speed of Mike's tour.  I had a huge head rush of wearing a thong....where were we going? She was full of ideas and plans and listed a dozen jobs that needed to be done. I hurried to keep up to her I kept pulling my shirt forward and had to pull tight on the front of the thong to stop from bouncing from the fast pace she set.  She stops and lifts my shirt and adjusts my thong and says matter of factly "I'll have to shorten the waste" and pulled the "y" back in a bunch and says that would help you out.  totally ignoring my obvious state she says "come on we gotta unload a truck" I felt good to be with the "owner" but very vunerable to be so far from my shorts especially knowing the park was already getting visitors.

The back gate has a landscaping truck delivering 300 patio blocks and 15 bags of washed sand, we meet the truck driver who looks me up and down but says nothing, he backs up the truck, Lydia gives me instructions, takes off and I start unloading the truck.  I can't believe it,  I am flying high! working in a thong with my new girlfriends mother.... and dad and its thier idea.  I was not in the midwest anymore! The driver just sat in the shade and snacked as he watched. By the time Lydia showed up  with water and two teenagers (17 or 18) to help, I had taken off my shirt. again I was embarrased, but they were very friendly and they pitched right in,  both soon stripped to thier shorts and one to speedos and we finished the bricks while getting to know each other. afterward we walked back to the middle of the park and took a shower in the open by the volly ball area and walked together through the 50 or so people now in the park, lots of  speedos and a few girls in thongs, plenty topless.  I wore a thong every chance I got for those 3 weeks I had Lydia make 6 thongs for me. It was her choice of color, style, fabric, I still have 1 left.   I was in charge of renting pool floats I wrote RENT ME on both sides of the float and and ASK ME on both ends.  Then I'd have one of the girls lay on it in a thong and it helped sales once people got the idea. naturally when I could I had to get lubed up and lay in one of the "rent me" floats my self. a real treat to get up soaking wet in my yellow or grey unlined thong and go get somebody thier floatie!    WHY did I ever leave?


 

I just arrived on the beach and had stripped down to a yellow unlined thong. I noticed a man struggling with pushing his boat back into the deeper part of the water. He was very sun burnt like he had been out there all day and his boat was grounded. He had his wife, two older teenage daughters and young son with him. I could tell he was not going to get the boat ungrounded by himself. I walked over that way in just my thong and called out asking if he needed some assistance. He said, "No!" however his wife and daughters chorused, "Yes!".

Still walking forward towards the boat. I said "I can help you." His wife spoke up and said to her husband, "Let him help." I am in pretty good shape whereas the boat owner was sporting a big ol' beer belley.  Still walking forward I said, "Let's turn the boat around so the (Forgive me JM_Runs but I'm not a boat person so I may not have been using the correct terminology.) front is pointing out to the lake." "Then we can try and pick the back up and get the motor out of the sand." Now the women in this family wearing short shorts and t-shirts standing near the shore in knee deep water. The son was up in the boat. I knew my suit was going to get wet when we had to spin this boat around. I know this suit gets fairly sheer when it gets wet, but I thought, "What the heck?" the rangers had seen me before and never said anything. So as we are working on turning this boat around the wife and girls took off their shorts. And tossed them up to the boy who was in the boat. As I'm bringing my end of the boat around the two daughters were talking, the one with her back to me reaches around and hooking her fingers into her suit bottoms takes the bikini and makes it into a thong. "No tan lines I thought." I look over at Mom and she is doing the same thing. Now mind you the husband is wearing knee length black swimming trunks.

As my end of the boat is now closest to the women, my suit is now totally soaked and I see Mom and the daughters all smiling with an eye lock on my crotch. I'm thinking this is going to end up in a fight. I just know it. So now the husband wades back around to the back side of the boat. After some discussion we send the boy to the front of the boat to put weight up there. With our backs to the boat we grab the swimming platform on the back of the boat and start raising it up using our legs. We raise it up, plough the front forward, a little reset our position and thrust again. As we are doing this I can smell the husband has been drinking. "A fight." I'm thinking, "This is going to end in a fight." Meanwhile the women are looking at my suit. As they are only 10 feet away initially, I can see what they are doing. 

Little by little we work the boat off the sand. The women all cheer.  I'm standing there and I turn to the husband offer a hand shake and say "Good job!" He shakes my hand and climbs in the boat. So I stand there and offer my hand to help each of the women into the boat. Mom goes in last still thonging it. As soon she gets
in, I take a few steps backwards towards the shore as the husband fires up the boat. I wave and call out "Good-bye." and the women do the same.

It took courage to walk over there and offer assitance, however it worked out fine.

Good story Swan.  I have also helped in similar boat rescues. We don't get many boats on the beach because there is a boat exclusion zone along the shore. One time there was a 32 foot sailing catamaran that had an anchor part and drifted onshore over night. It was obvious to me that the calm sees of the night would not continue and the onshore winds and seas were building, so the boat had to get off the shore quickly or be pounded to death by the surf. The boats engine, a large outboard motor, was broken which did not help.
Even though I was in rather a small thong, I ended up helping, working with the owner and his girlfriend, and later the life guards when they came on duty. With a lot of rather tricky manual labor we got the boat off, out of the surf line and into the safely of deep water. They were grateful and paid me a good cash tip.

It is common for the guy to refuse help but the women say yes, thong or no thong.  The first time that happened was many years ago, on a calm dark Caribbean night, on a inky black sea with a swell running.  I could see where they were by the position of their running lights. It looked like they were on or near the reef. I went closer and it sounded like it was on the reef.  I shouted over, asking if they were ok. The husband said yes but the girls and wife shouted back, NO we are stuck on the REEF.  I wont boar you with the story of that rescue, but for yeas I keep the hand made thank you cards made by the girls.

 Ha JM, I suppose you wore that cash tip stuck in the waistband of your thong for the rest of the day, eh?

 Not exactly, it was quite a bundle of cash, and I had to swim back ashore from the dingy which dumped me overboard just outside the boat exclusion zone. The wad of money was in my fist from the moment I left the boat until I got safely home on the bicycle. Then I spread out all the wet notes to dry, with weights on top so they would not blow away.  It helps that I swim side stroke which is good when carying stuff,  towing bodies or swimming in choppy seas.

Well, i've had quite a few moments.... they all have to do with being sort of "caught off guard"...

I was in a hotel pool in Orlando, just floating on my pool float. I was wearing a yellow pocket thong on from Undergear.  I like laying in the water and getting it wet.

I was the only one in the pool, and enjoying myself, quite a bit, then all of a sudden a lot of people start coming out to the pool.  I was kind of "stuck".  Either get up and show all of them my butt,  OR they get to watch me float around in my yellow g-string. After a little while I calmed down and got out of the pool, but for a few moments it was challenging.

Another time I was laying out on my balcony at a condo. It was perfect for sunning. During the day there was usually no one around.. One day I was laying out on my stomach in my g-string, as usual, then out pops a friend of a neighbor. She's on the balcony next door.  I was a little shocked, but she continued to stand there and talk to me for about 20 minutes. It seemed like an hour.  I was in my usual predicament of deciding whether to continue showing her my butt, or risk the chance of turning over and hoping "everything" was in place. It was getting sorta hot, and she just kept blabbing, so I think i'll just turn over.  When i did she got quite an eyeful. I figured after all that time, she was pretty much ready to see whatever, so I was a little surprised at her reaction... she said " oh my god!" but continued to watch. I guess she liked what she saw. It was a pretty funny, all in all.

 When I stay in hotels, I sometimes "challenge myself" to go all the way from my room to the pool or hot tub in just my thong and a t-shirt that only comes down to my waist.  Sometimes, I go without a t-shirt on.  Either way, I carry a towel in my hand in case I really need to "bail out."  I don't go through the lobby of nice, full-service hotels, of course (not usually...)
Anyway, one night after a few margaritas, I decided to do my challenge but without the towel.  I went up to my room and put on a thong and some flip-flops, took my room key and left.  I walked down the hall (it was about 7:00 pm), and pressed the button for the elevator.  When the door opened, there stood two young guys and a young woman.  I got on the elevator, turned and faced forward, then the doors closed.  After a long 3 or 4 seconds of silence, the three of them burst out into giggles.  I heard the girl behind me say "whoaaa."  
I turned and smiled and said I was on my way to the pool and I hope my bathing suit didn't bother them.  The girl said they were on their way to the bar.  Then, almost simultaneously, all four of us said "would you like to join me/us?"  We all broke out laughing as the doors opened to the ground floor.  The people waiting there for the elevator saw the three of them, and me in a thong, spill out laughing.  I went on the the pool and they went on their way.  It was a funny moment and a bit of a thrill for me.

Ii'm not sure what it is about the thrill is getting "caught" but I often  find myself in situations like that.  I was at hotel one time and I was in a private laying out area on the outside of a pool. It was separate from the pool area with wall around it.

A maid came out there to clean up and wound up staying for like, 20 minutes, cleaning up a 100 sq. ft. area!. The more she kept staring the hotter I got!.

It was about fifteen years ago that I first saw a girl lying topless on the beach and I got really excited. The guys' cameras were clicking away and the girl loved the attention she was getting since she was the only one "doing it". Later, I saw that she left the beach with some guy she picked up. I figured the excitement must have been awesome so I bought myself a thong and started sunning my buns. I was the only one that day doing it and it felt a little uncomfortable. Later on, two girls came near me, went topless, and said they liked what they saw because they hadn't ever seen a man in a thong at this beach. Then I got really comfortable They took my picture, I took one of them, and I've been thonging ever since!  

 One of my bravest momenst occured when first swimming laps in thong. Usually when I thong lap swim its early in the am and the pool is realativly quiet As in one maybe two lap swimmers. The pool was full all lanes in use looked like swim swim team types using half the pool. I had my flipflops my t shirt shorts and speedo thong underneath. I stripped down in the locker room wraped the towl around me and headed for the pool usally  i shower right my the pool so i can rinse between pool hottub sauna. No lanes open I was staring at the lanes when one of the ladies nicly offered to share her lane. I gladly accepted threw off my towl and showered not trying to hide my thong put my cap on and swam laps in thong for 30 min sharing a lane. I thought there might be objection but it was more like acceptance. The lady even game me pointers on my stroke while its seemed swam behing me the whole time lol.

After seeing you in that yellow thong, Oddie, no wonder that airplane circled around. WOW!

Hi, I am a married bi guy, mostly interested in men. When I am on business I always wear a thong by the pool. I have been asked to cover up a few times but mostly it just serves to attract the attention of gay and bi men who like the signal. I know str8 thongers hate the gay attachment thing with thongs so sorry guys...but it works for me and I will continue to use the weapon!! if I am hit on by someone I don't find attractive I politely let them know.

I guess my bravest moments have come when I walked off the C/O beach at Haulover all the way to my car in the parking lot wearing just a thong.  Those of you who've been there know the traffic passing you on the highway can see you walking just before you go down the steps into the tunnel, and it's not uncommon to have someone honk at me as I walk along the road.

Some of the best moments have involved no thong at all, but rather my thong tan line, which is very pronounced, especially during the summer.  I had to have some physical therapy for sore muscles in my back a couple of years ago, and I had a nice looking female PT tech massage my back and apply an electrostimulation device to my back.  In both cases, she had to pull my shorts down a good ways to do the work - far enough down that my tan line was clearly visible to her.  She didn't say anything but from that point forward she always volunteered to do my PT when she was there.

Other times have involved women I've picked up and taken back to my room (or theirs).  Literally without exception, every one of them has said "Wow, nice tan line" when I've taken my pants off, and they've talked about how brave I am to wear a thong out on the beach.  It's been quite the conversation piece.  I always am a bit hesitant when I get into one of those situations because, as we've all seen, some women have said things about the wearing of a thong by a guy being a "deal breaker."  So far, I've not encountered one of those close-minded types.

You make a good point about the tanlines. I also had a similar experience at a chiropractor.  She used to do different types of therapy and e-stim all over my back.  After seeing my lines, it seems all of the estim is always around my tanlines.  Coincidence?

Also, I use several different legit massage places, many different women there.  Almost all of them have made favorable comments about the lines. I also think I get an extra helping of buttocks massage when the lines are clearly visible in the summer!

 1Monte, I have had many experiences with chiropractors and massage therapists as well. I have always worn my thongs and g-strings for them. My chiropractor treats me wearing just a thong. She does a lot of work on my butt and front of the legs. She's also extremely beautiful.

My massage therapists treat me wearing a thong for the examination and then I strip naked for the actual massage.

Some have complimented me on my choice of underwear and sometimes on my tan lines.

I have similar experiences going to a massage . I have a pulled back muscle , that goes into my butt cheeks. I wear a yback skinz thong, and when she needs to go deep into my glutes, she just slips the thong exposing my crack.

This isn't as bold as most of the posters here but it was exciting for me.  I am a bicyclist and a few years ago I was riding when a summer storm began to brew.  I knew from hand washing my gray/silver spandex shorts that they would turn positively see-through when wet and that my bright orange Frederick's rio thong would show through perfectly.  So, instead of heading toward home, I sought shelter at the house of a young married couple that my wife & I know.  The young wife is cute, perky & has a good sense of humor (in other words, a perfect target for a thong sighting).  She and I had ridden bikes together before and she had gotten a good look at my neon green thong under bright yellow spandex shorts.  At the time, she never said a word about it but she had a big grin when she finally rode behind me.  Well, by the time I got to her house, it had begun to pour and I was totally soaked.  She immediately had me to come into the kitchen and got me a towel. We stayed in the kitchen visiting while it rained and I was enjoying the deliciousness of walking around totally exposed in a bright orange thong panty (acting totally oblivious, of course) in front of a cute young woman while she constantly glanced "down there."  Unfortunately, the rain ended pretty quickly and I decided that I had better go.  To my surprise, she never said a thing about my panty predicament.  She stood there with a big grin on her face as I got on my bike and she just watched me ride off - bare buns and orange thong showing to the world.  It turned out better than I had imagined.

Had my annual OH&S work desk inspection the other day at work to make sure that I'm sitting correctly and all that jazz. So had the very cute HR girl make sure that all my desk and equipment was in functioning order and then came the adjustment of my chair. First of all, she dropped her pen and some of my paperwork behind her off the side of my desk and as she bent down beside me to pick it up, caught the VPL of a little G-string on her and as she bent down further, it peeked out the top of her quite tight pants. she quickly put her hand over her lower back as she stood up again and flushed a bit as I had turned around and started to lean over to help her out in which she knew that I had seen it.

Whilst all good and fine and I enjoyed the sight, I didn’t realise that my shirt had lifted up my back as I had leant over in my chair and as I sat back upright my shirt stayed raised up and was now stuck and my lower back was exposed. Now I had a black Punto Blanco thong on which ALWAYS loves to creep up my pants. So as she knelt down beside me to check that my chair was adjusted correctly, she put her hand down the back of my chair to make sure that the lumbar section was in the right spot and then she saw that I was wearing a thong. Which she moved her hand down a slight bit further and lightly pulled on the waist band with a few fingers as she stood back up and grinned at me.

She signed off on my inspection and leant in and whispered to me that she loves guys in thongs and wished that her husband would wear thongs as well... I was quite unfocused for some time after that which isn't really ideal for my job (mortgage debt collections)

Saw her again today while out having a smoke with a few work mates, she gave me a quick wave and a quick wink

Well done Roney85 well done... I have plenty of similar situations as well...

i am always in my thongs or g-strings when at home...
so one day i was vaccuming the place in just a tiny fishnet g-string when my gf brought another girl friend of hers back to our apartment for some girly chit chat
i was so engrossed and the vaccum was so noisy i couldn't hear the front door open
suddenly my gf and her female friend stood right in fornt of me!
i was literally caught with my pants down...a little embaressed but hey the female friend was cool about the whole thing, smiled and told me to continue with my vaccuming. she wasn't offended.
anyhow to cut the long story short, i didn't change into anything but keep my fishnet g-string on the entire time the female friend was there...

 MODERATOR NOTE:  Some people lead more interesting and adventurous lives than others.  This is the internet, there is no way for people to easily prove or disprove what other people say.  You may not believe them.  I notice that many not believe me when I tell the truth either. 
Just because something has not happened to you does not mean someones experience is not true.  You may take what other people say with a big a pinch of salt,  season as you need.  But stating their experience is untrue when it is both perfectly plausible and you have no personal knowledge of the events is rude.  You are saying hey are lying, with absolutly no way to back up that claim. That is impolite.

Life is very varied, other peoples lives even more so.   It is an impoverished man who's life is so bland that he thinks reports of more exciting lives must be fiction.

There are things that have happened to me that you would probably call bullshit on but which other people can verify: For example being a captain of a tall ship crewed by 22 girls all of whom of 16 to 18;  Threesomes on tropical beaches; Flying in the co-pilot seat on a passenger plain because they were over booked; rescuing a sinking boats in a rather dramatic ways; being kidnapped (only once);  bombed by a helicopter dropping bags of roses; accidentally appearing in someones wedding photos - in a thong (not planned) but more than once; being hunted down by a group of lesbian girls, one of which turned out to be stright and later married me.  I have done some stupid stuff, nearly getting killed a couple of times, been shot at, got a scar across my back from a knife from some third world civil unrest, been a fool, a hero and sometimes a good friend and lover. 
Just today I had a young women volunteer to both clean my boat and ride topless on the bow, with her sister.  And I think I lead a fairly normal boring life spending most of the time behind a desk.  I have friends who's lives are much wilder, more colorful and, for the most part all true. 

Life can be interesting.  Life can be wild. Have you ever attended the Columbus Day Regatta at Elliott Key just south of Miami?
 

 JM Kidnapped Wow do you want to tell us more that is uneraving just to read that glad your ok.
Truth is always stranger than fiction no?

 Brave moments rerun...
I got picked up by a few single women on the beaches of La Jolla, San Diego, California wearing Parr of Arizona No-Tie Nada bikinis more than a few times. Lets not get into much more of the other things that happened when I spent nearly ten years at the various other beaches nearby. Though true, most people would think I conjured up my stories so they remain untold.  Truth is always stranger than fiction when it comes to wearing tiny swimwear!

I was not kidnapped by force.  They would not let me off their island until I was well.  Kidnapped by friendly forces. That's a funny tale in it's self, starting off with an unfortunate hang glider landing on a tropical island when I got a huge casha thorn in my knee joint and could not walk.

  my bravest thong moment was actually sort of a non-thong moment.......I was once at the beach when my thong-strap tore - turning my suit into a "loincloth" I guess, just a waistband with material hanging in front (the back strap was very thin so irrelevant at that point.It was too nice a day to leave, and I had no other suit in the car, so I just sat there in my new loincloth.......  
I had to be a bit careful how I walked to the water tho'   :)

 Long ago when General Franco and his heavily moralistic police still ruled Spain, young/shy me went on holiday to Playa del Ingles on Gran Canaria. Nudity and wearing skimpy swim kit was still illegal but was sort-of tolerated away from the city in the dunes behind the beach. Being young and curious I wandered around the dunes and bushes in nudie mode for 30 minutes but on my return I found that all my possessions had all been stolen (towel, shorts, shirt, bikini and beach bag) leaving me almost stark naked (I had a hat and flip-flops) 4 miles from the apartment I was renting with some friends.

A kind Swiss postman who was sunning himself nearby took pity on me and offered me the loan of a thong (something that I'd never worn in public before) so in toe-curling embarrassment mode I made my way through the dunes, along the beach, up through the town and back to the apartment complex expecting ridicule, arrest or worse. To my amazement nobody seemed to mind at all. On the positive side, I haven't been shy about wearing a thong since then  :-)

 great story, hahaha, it's amazing how circumstances worked on you  into wearing a thong;  some people say that unplanned circumstances are almost always critical and perhaps are a magnet to potential happy events.......    I wonder if it's because of the fact that not having any other choice than wearing that guy's borrowed thong, made you put aside any other shyness;  come on I would rather wear a thong at a Spanish Franco era time, than being naked.   How many guardias civiles of that time would believe your story if they found you naked, and not try to put you in jail instead!!
A similar thing happened to my uncle in one South American beach many years ago, he used to swim in the ocean in the middle of winter, and while he was a few meters away from the beach swimming, he could see how a burglar came in took all his belongings...... no matter how much he swore at the burglar, he couldn't swim back to the beach on time  to stop him.   As he was a Speedo wearer all his life, he had to walk a few blocks wearing just his tiny bathers, in the middle of winter,  up to the police station;  I asked him if anyone laughed at him or something and he responded that he was so angry that he gave anyone who looked at him such an evil look, that nobody did.....  he would have probably punched anyone who even just said 'hello'.
JH

 Getting my stuff stolen has happened to me twice; the first one I had to walk all the way home (about 30 minutes walk) from the rock pool just wearing a 6mm side strap bikini through heavy traffic, and the second time was right opposite the caravan (ie trailer for you yanks) park where I live, this time in just a g-string, and  when I got home to my caravan (ie trailer) I found all my stuff nicely piled up outside. To this day I still don't know which of my neighbours played that trick on me - although I have my suspicions.

 Its strange how events that seem like disasters at the time can turn out well in the end. What seemed like the end of the world not only cured me of my shyness but still makes me chuckle 30 something years later  :-)

I should add that I bought Heinz the postman an Argentine steak dinner after returning his thong (suitably washed) to thank him for his kindness.

A few brave moments for me of late have been: 

Walking from my apartment to my car in a thong to go sunbathing. 

Walking the long way from my car to the beach on the main road, across the boardwalk and to the area that I choose to layout near the water. 

On many occasions I went from my hotel room to the hotel pool in just my G-string, because the hotel did not allow room towels at the pool. 
I have also walked into beach convenience store in my G-string to purchase drinks and snacks.

My bravest moment in a "thong" was today... After work headed up to East Fork, got there and there was an open water swim championship with a few hundred spectators. A handful of sunbathers, and a few wearing full-back Speedo's, many of the competitors too. I wore a CM Brazilian cut string side (3-inch back). When walking it immediately turns into a thong so I just left it that way. Because I wore jeans I took them off at the car before walking down to the beach. Considering the crowds it was a relatively long and uneasy walk from the far end of the parking lot. A couple of looks but no comments then, however on the beach there was a woman walking by that whispered to her friend "Is he wearing women's underwear?" Kind of bland but it's my "bravest"(so far).

Good work seohioguy, hopefully there were some positive reactions too. 

Often at races people are a little amped, a little nervous and often insecure.  After all there is only going to be one or two winners in each age group and the rest return home as also rans.  So you might well get some negative comments, because the day is all about competition, not kumbaya togetherness and acceptance.

That said, you know all serious swimmers shave of their body hair, so they probably have some understanding and are probably not going to be the ones to throw the first stone. 

Good to hear you had brave day.  Each time it gets a bit easier. Keep on being brave.