The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment when possible

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
However, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon as well as the Hastings Street area being closed down for this occasion. The representative we’d booked through was right in the centre of this place and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the agent. This was our first barrier shortly followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too challenging and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a far shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, simply just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach and began looking for a space to settle for . To the right and south end of the shore there was already a group starting to form but it seemed to be predominantly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the previous day.
The site was easily located as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and began to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that away, and she described that she might get bare later in the day, if her trust came again.
We put there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a number of folks had gathered in our vicinity and along the entire shore. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, as well as the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both nude. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five men simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we would need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank as well as the beach) we waited for these men to move on before making the water. After a couple of minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her customary diplomatic style and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the guys scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have a problem with that and dialog easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had proposed Noosa for the surfing and actually enjoyed surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the place suitably isolated that she had started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was wonderful.
We asked in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being nude. Sarah went on to clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting nude to upset him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself hoping to locate some female company and they would meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it was clear that possessiveness proved to be a real issue between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we’d a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained imperceptible.

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The four of us stayed nude for the remaining portion of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and shot a few photos of the shore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not analyzing and really doesnt understand what’s happening with her life, except a vague plan of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I fight to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of traveling (the one after always carry a towel) constantly wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of being dressed into suitable underwear, on a seashore surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when got home and she said she would, but I suppose it’s just a vacation thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went into the bathrooms and removed the offending item and flew house commando.

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