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 beach before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
However, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street area being closed down for this event. The representative we had reserved through was right at the center of this region and we ended up parking further away than had been from the representative. This was our first obstacle soon followed by attempting to find somewhere for breakfast, which ultimately proved too challenging and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch several 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.
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 the day.

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To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily found as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast out of our clothing 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 halting when all she had on was the most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that off, and she explained that she might get bare later in the day, if her confidence came again.
We placed there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite several folks had gathered in our area and along the whole shore. Shani stolen out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these guys had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d 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 shore) 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 usual diplomatic style and shouted at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the guys scattered, allowing us to walk directly 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 had been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. We didnt have an issue with that and dialog easily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually enjoyed surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the spot suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was excellent.
We asked in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being naked. Sarah went on to explain that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to disturb him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself expecting to find some female company and they’d meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it was obvious that possessiveness proved to be a real problem between them. Anyhow 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 invisible. The four of us remained naked for the rest of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and shot a number of photographs of the seashore respecting naturist picture etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and actually doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of journey (the one after consistently carry a towel) constantly wear fresh underwear we all had the novel experience of being dressed into suitable panties, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she intended follow ing the bare thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I guess it is just a vacation thing for her.

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