While ramping up to get more exercise to trim down, and visit the pool more often in a swim thong, I managed to go two days in a row.
Typically early morning pool sessions means just one of two ladies in the pool and the rest of the facilities are fairly empty. With a renewed vigor, of sorts, I decided to try and gain back the confidence that I’d had about wearing swim thongs. If I wasn’t going to be able to feel the sensual excitement of being able to wear a swim thong, might as well get back the feeling of bold, uncaring defiance of being able to be comfortable wearing a swim thong in any setting – quiet secluded pool, or bustling leisure centre with people of all ages and types.
This was the case and I was able to wear swim thongs without any sort of hesitation, postponing trips or wearing Rio swim briefs even in a fully public and busy leisure center. Then on being called out and being told I couldn’t wear something that was “showing the back [area – just gestured by the admin and not mentioned] too much” I’d grown very apprehensive and put off about wearing a thong.
So much so that even in the quiet pool which only had one attendant and possibly 1-2 swimmers at all times, it was harrowing when a middle school group showed up and I felt like I was caught in the sauna and wouldn’t be able to get past them to get to the changing rooms.
After this, I’d found a more busier pool which I confirmed at least twice was “thong friendly,” once by email and then in person. With this came an elation and feeling of triumph where I would be coming in regularly and wearing all my suits. This was roughly a year ago, possibly 29th of Nov ’23.
But the experience so far has been mixed, with early morning sessions would be conducive to wearing thongs but if I tried later in the day or evening I felt I had to wear a Rio. So mostly stuck to the mornings, as well it was easier in terms of traffic and changing room business (more on changing rooms in a later post for this and other pools).
So back to today’s session, rather yesterday and today’s.
Yesterday (Oct 23rd Wed ’24) – Went to the pool a bit after opening as I couldn’t get the lane booked for 6, so went around 6:45 even though my session was at 7:00. I wore my Asos swim thong. Typical scenario, three women swimming. Two in the open area and one in the lane. So I went into the lane, swam a few laps and when the third lady left, switched over to the open area.
After the swim I headed into the steam room rather than the typical sauna session as I was suffering from coughs from a cold I’d had for a week or so. Surprisingly I saw more women filling into the pool and then a lady who typically comes in a thong bikini dropped in as well. Usually it was a thong but this one seemed a bit more fuller, like a cheeky but still a thong none the less.
She’d finished up and left and I hadn’t even realised as my eyes were closed and went over to the sauna. Just then another woman in a one piece suit walks by and into the sauna. The suit was a typical racing one piece and the back was half or 3/4 which was quite common but not something most women wear nowadays. I joined them in the sauna and a young fellow in I think might’ve been a racing suit came in as well. It wasn’t the typical board shorts and was tight fitting but barely glanced at them.
Slowly both the ladies left and I went as well. Can’t quite remember the locker room and if it was the start of the onslaught of the boardshort bros but then left.
Today (Oct 24th Thu ’24) – Lane booked at 6, I was late by almost half an hour. I had on my dessue swim thong, which I usually don’t feel that comfortable as it’s somewhat skimpier than the rest and feels less secure as its most likely for lounging. There was only one guy in the open area so I took the lane. I was seriously doubting if I should even come in or possibly get some work done and come in later but eventually decided to go so wasn’t in the greatest frame of mind to begin with.
Only did very few laps and went into the steam room to help with my cough but it felt like it wasn’t turned on or at the lowest setting so went into the sauna. Spent about 15 minutes, there was barely anyone else in the pool or elsewhere. All I could see was the attendant walking by and someone else going into the gym through the pool area.
I finished up and soon as I entered the changing room there was someone right at the water fountain which is right in the way to the changing room. This put me off and I almost recoiled. There seemed to be another person in the background but I just went to the showers to the right, rinsed off and as I was walking back past the water fountain there was a troglodyte in red board shorts who I walked past and following him was his similarly minded goon of a friend. Think there was some muttering by this second mensa member possibly around my attire. What is more ludcrious about this incident is that the guy in the red board shorts walked back to the area past the water fountain and towards me in what I believe was to gawk at what I was wearing. Nevertheless I didn’t bother looking over and just continued minding my own business of getting changed while feeling imposed upon internally.
This is the second such incident, you can read about the first one here in my post “While wearing a thong today – quick update.”
While changing in my mini string type thong underwear, I had another person walking by and felt their judgement as well. There seemed to be mid 20 somethings coming in at this hour so the pool would’ve mostly been the pseudo wannabe alpha male types wearing their less than able thinking caps and their swims trousers.
So that’s the last two days.
The first day was “ideal” for a lack of a better word – quiet and mostly mature and people in inspiring swimwear where some exercise and relaxation was possible without judgement or apprehension. Even then that was just what the baseline of normal should be, nothing extraordinary by any stretch.
The second day was rushed, I felt out of it and was greeted by a fate worse than an empty swim centre – starting to brim with the lowest of the low brows.
How long this lamentable condition will persist is hard to say. Will I overcome my apprehension and reservation, will that be accompanied by better patrons and swim sessions in general. Will I be able to get the confidence and boldness from a year ago, and even more idealistically – the sheer thrill and excitement of just wearing a swimsuit and the stratospheric elation I should feel in a thong of all things? Only time will tell.
