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

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Yet, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had booked through was right in the middle of this place and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first hurdle soon followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to grab a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was potential from Sunshine Beach and was a much 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. Anyhow 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 beach there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mainly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the previous 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 immediately 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 started 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 away, and she clarified that she might get naked later in the day, if her trust came again.
We placed there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite a few folks had gathered in our vicinity 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 naked. 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 men simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one 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 and the beach) we waited for these guys to move on before making the water. After a couple of minutes this hadn’t occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic style and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the guys scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to http://crazypublic.com . We’d been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had 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 conversation readily followed.
It seems 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 bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the area suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was excellent.
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 naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly click , Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself expecting to locate some female company and they’d meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was apparent that possessiveness proved to be a real problem between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we’d a few swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us stayed nude for the remaining part of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a couple of pictures of the beach respecting naturist picture etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and actually doesnt understand what’s happening with her life, except a vague plan of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life strategy I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we recalled the second rule of travel (the one after constantly carry a towel) consistently wear fresh panties we all had the new experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she meant following the bare thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I suspect it is just a holiday 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 in the toilets and removed the offending item and flew home commando.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*
*