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

However, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon as well as the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had booked through was right in the middle of the region and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by trying to find somewhere for breakfast, which finally proved too hard and we headed around to Sunshine Beach to grab a couple of 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 potential from Sunshine Beach and was a far shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we immediately 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 spectacular scenery of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and started looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group starting to form but it appeared to be predominantly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the prior 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 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 halting when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that off, and she explained that she might get nude later in the day, if her trust arrived again.
We put there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a few people had assembled in our vicinity and along the entire shore. 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 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 and the shore) we waited for these guys to move on before making the water. After several minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her usual diplomatic fashion and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the men scattered, enabling us to walk right up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We’d been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d been nude but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. We didnt have a problem with that and dialogue easily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually enjoyed surfing in the very light crowds at http://x-public.com . She had found the area suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was wonderful.
We inquired if 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 clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he believed 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 expecting to find some female company and they’d meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was apparent that possessiveness was a real dilemma between them. 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 took a few photographs of the seashore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining 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’s a life plan I struggle to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of traveling (the one after constantly carry a towel) always wear fresh panties we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I guess it’s only a holiday thing for her.

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