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My favorite beaches are the beaches of the north-west part of France. Wide beaches with rock hard sand at low water. It is not very touristic so outside the season, it is very quiet and you can walk for miles without seeing another person. So one year I camped in Quend-Plage and walked south to the mouth of the river Somme. Near the mouth at low water the beach is over a mile wide. I walked the 5 mile to the mouth without seeing a single person. Every now and then I changed into an other newly bought thong or string to test them. But I also walked naked. Nobody in sight.
I stopped near the mouth of the Somme and put on the smallest string of the lot, a micro string from Dore Gabriel (Beachndance). It just covered everything for a stampsized front. I felt a little tired from the walk so I lied down along the foot of the dunes. I must have dosed off because the next thing was being surrounded by a group of horses. It appeared to be a group of people from about 15 to 20 year, riding their horses along the beach. I was more or less in their path and they were a little curious because I was obviously sleeping on a very sunny day.
We greeted each other and we started to talk about the normal tourist subjects. The weather, the surroundings, where we came from, how we liked the beaches and the sea, etc. After about 15 minutes the lively group left with armwaves and I was alone again. Not one remark about my tiny string. Only afterwards I felt a slight embarrasment. On my way back, I walked naked until I saw a family walking near Quend. I put on a slightly larger string and not a single comment from them either, just friendly bonjours.

In Holland, a friend was married for 10 year. We formed a group of friends of about 20. Now and then the whole group or some of them would come together to go to a bar, to the beach or a movie. For the anniversary, the group minus the couple of course) wanted to organise a party. After some dicussion, we decided to go to a so called swim paradise. It is a complex with some swimming pools, hot tubs and whirlpools. And of course a huge bar area.
When we went into the building, we had to split up because the women and men locker rooms were separate. We told the ladies to go ahead and not wait for us. We had prepared a surprise for the ladies. We all had bought thongs but most of them were bought in sex shops in the form of elefant heads of devils. I had one of my regular thongs. When we all had our thongs on, we went to the swimming pool. But there were about four doors leading to various pools and we had no idea which one was the right one. Behind one door we heard animated voices so that must be the one.
We opened the door, raced in while screaming our heads off and jumped into the water. Then dead silence. When we looked around, we had landed in a group of seniors while doing their weekly exercises. The ladies had heard our screaming and came in to check out the cause of the noise. When it dawned upon them what had happened, they had the fun. For years, we had to hear about this adventure.

In 1981 I was in the south of France, in St Tropez. I was there in early July because I prefer the quiet part of the season. I don't like the mondain beaches south of St Trop and went to the small beaches close to the harbor, more to the north at the foot of the citadel. It is a 100 m wide and maybe 25 m deep so it is small. One day. I walked to the water when I stepped in a piece of glass. It started to bleed quite a lot so I hobbled back to my towel. I put a handkerchief around my foot but it was still bleeding. A girl offered help with some tissues. It appeared that she was Dutch like me but also a nurse. She told me I have to go to a hospital to get it checked as soon as possible. She knew a sort of hospital nearby and we went in her car to get help.
At the beach I was wearing a string and the only thing I took with me was my wallet and camera. The hospital was a sort of training unit for nurses from a Catholic organisation. Within minutes I was on the examination table and a female doctor was cleaning the wound, assisted by two nurses-to-be. I got a tetanus-shot in my behind and they started to dress the wound. In the meantime every now and then other girls was looking from the dooropening and chased away by the doctor. It was quite some excitement for the Catholic girls to see a guy in a g-string on the table. In the beginning I felt very embarrassed but later I started the attention from the girls. But the doctor did her work cool and professuional as if this was a daily routine.
I got a plastic bag around my foot to be able to walk and I was brought back to my towel at the beach. There we talked a lot and I invited her for dinner to show my appreciation.
I kept my card of the shot as a souvenir.

To decide to go to Sandy Hook, I check three weather channels. They start at being far apart in their predictions but as a possible day comes nearer, they are coming closer. Sometimes the evening before a day, I will decide to go or not.
Yesterday was such a day. Sunday evening it gave me the go-ahead sign: no rain, AM cloudy, PM sunny, temp 72. Good enough. So I started early, 8:00AM, to use as much of the day as possible. At 10:00 I was at the beach after a misty ride. It was still cloudy but with almost no wind, it was nice.
The sun started to peek through the holes in the clouds and with walking I kept myself comfortable. They said: PM sunny and they were right. At 12:05 the clouds moved away and the sun started to warm the beach. Almost the whole afternoon I walked the beach, searching sea glass as the ideal excuse for walking at a slow pace. A few other people were there, a few fishermen and a few women, also sea glass hunting.
At 3:00PM I went home because of a dinner appointment. It was a very nice day and probably the last of the season.

Yesterday I went to the beaches of Sandy Hook. The weather was perfect, sun, a breeze and not oppressing at all. I went to the quiet part, the bayside at the tip. I did some beachwalking and saw some people. The aggressive flies chased me away to an even quieter part to the South.

For underwear and swimwear I only have thongs and gstrings. When I retired in 2005, I also retired all other forms. I had a few bikini models as underwear and they ended up in the tras bag. They were too small for cleaning rags.

On Mondays and Wednesdays, our car is not reguired for family-affairs so those are possible days for the beach. I check three weather sites to see if one of those days is suitable for sunning the buns. After breakfast on a beach day, I pack my backpack with my beach gear, large towel, a bag with 20 to 30 thongs and strings, a camera, a tripod, cell phone, some food and a thermos with water, a cap and sunglasses and my pass for Sandy Hook. I have a checklist because I'm old and I don't want to forget things. 
Living in Allentown, PA, my nearest (and dearest) beach is Sandy Hook, NJ. It is a little over a 100 mile and depending on the traffic, it takes me between 1.5 to 2 hours to get at the gate of State Park Sandy Hook. Being retired and not very active at mornings, I leave the house between 8:00 and 9:00. Sandy Hook is a long stretch of sand, pointing at New York. You get a good idea with Google Earthview. There are beaches at the bay-side and at the ocean-side. Halfway at the ocean-side is Gunnison beach, a nude beach. I go there in the beginning of the season to get my all-over base tan. With changing suits, I don't develop much of a tanline.
I prefer quiet beaches so I go to the North beach or to the North tip. I have to walk about 20 minutes through soft sand to get to the beach. I prefer the part at the bay but in the summer the flies are very aggressive so sometimes I go to the official North beach, ocean-side. At the bay-side the beach is very small, about 50 ft at low tide and 10 ft at high tide. I found a spot that was flat and out of reach of normal tide and that is my spot to go. From there I do my beachwalks of about 2 mile. Because of the soft sand, it is quite tiring.
Most of the time some people show up, dogwalkers, fishermen of just beachwalkers. When I pass them in my thongs or strings, we say hello. I have not yet met any negativity, in looks or words. Last week, a speedboat was along the shoreline and the people onboard could not push the boat into sea. I offered my help and the three of us could just push the boat off. I had a small G-string on but the couple was very thankfull and only the woman seemed a little reserved.
When I go to the official North Beach, I wear my larger thongs because I don't want trouble with families with kids. Parents can be quite hysteric about visible behinds.
Between 16:00 and 18:00, depending on the length of the day, I break up and go home. At the first gasstation, I get gas (cheaper than in PA) and two large sodas. They are finished before I hit the highway after 15 mile.

Around 2000 or maybe slightly earlier, my interest in thongs was rekindled by a few websites and forums on thongs. Around 1960 I made my first one myself and a few more models but with study and work, the subject faded away. Around 1980 thongs were more acceptable for men so I bought a few and wore them at the beaches of the South of France. With a partner that was against "sissy" underwear and swimsuits again it faded away.
But in 2000, I started to be serious about thongs. I bought some thong underwear and I liked the feeling. Through an American forum I was made aware of Dore Gabriel, aka Beachndance, and I ordered 10 different models in swimsuits but all in the same color, royal blue. Because of my partner, I had to do it in secrecy so it was delivered Poste Restante or General Delivery. I went to the post office to collect my order and went home. My partner had different working hours so I had the home to myself. I opened the envelop and there were 10 little plastic bags. I undressed and opened the bags. When I held the first one up in my hands, it seemed so extreme small, it would not fit me. The smallness of it was so exciting that I had an e******n that lasted more than 15 minutes. In the end I could put one on and with some fiddling, it fitted like a glove. One by one I tried them on and I loved the feeling it gave me. But I considered them very, very small, even the largest on.
I received them in the fall so I had to wait till next year before I could wear them. In September, I made a two-week bike trip to the North of France (I lived then in the center of Holland) and there I started wearing those small suits in public after it took me quite some time to build up some confidence. And I'm still in thongs at the beaches.
Thes are pictures from that first batch. The last model is my favorite and I still wear it though slightly faded.