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

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
Yet, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street place being closed down for this event. The representative we’d reserved through was right in the centre of this place and we ended up parking further away than our flat had been from the agent. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by trying to find somewhere for breakfast, which finally proved too hard and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that access 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, only just more than 1km but had none of the dramatic scenery of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and began looking for a space to settle for the day. 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 last day.
The site was easily located as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were quickly out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling about 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 most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that off, and she clarified that she might get nude later in the day, if her confidence came again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite a couple of folks had assembled in our area and along the entire shore. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and also 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, shortly Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five guys simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we had entered the water and we would need to walk past them to get back to our towels.

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Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank and the beach) we waited for these men to move on before making the water. After several minutes this had not occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic style and shouted at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and the men scattered, allowing us to walk right 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 an issue with nudism among transexuals and dialogue easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had proposed Noosa for the surfing and really enjoyed surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She had found the location suitably isolated that she’d started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that was great.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being nude. Sarah went on to explain that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting nude to disturb him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself hoping to find some female company and they’d meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was evident that possessiveness was a real problem between them. Anyhow the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained undetectable. The four of us remained naked for the remainder of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and shot a few pictures of the seashore valuing naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not analyzing and actually doesnt understand what’s happening with her life, except a vague plan of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It is a life strategy I fight to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we recalled the second rule of journey (the one after consistently carry a towel) consistently wear fresh underwear we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into appropriate panties, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she thought following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I guess it’s only a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom only at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the toilets and removed offending thing and flew house commando.



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