, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Nevertheless, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had booked through was right at the center of this place and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the representative. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by attempting to find somewhere for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a couple of baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that access 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, only just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scenery of the Noosa side. Anyhow by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach 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 starting to form but it seemed to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the prior 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 immediately 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 off, and she clarified that she might get bare after in fuck in the beach , if her trust came again.
We put 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 area and along the whole shore. Shani stolen 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 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 had entered the water and we would have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank along with the shore) 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 fashion and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the men scattered, allowing us to walk straight 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. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have an issue with http://x-nudists.com and dialog readily followed.
It seems 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 Alexandria Bay. She had found the place suitably isolated that she had started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was wonderful.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself expecting to locate some female company and they would meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it was evident that possessiveness was a real issue 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 remaining portion of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and took a couple of photographs of the shore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and really doesnt understand what is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life strategy I fight to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after constantly carry a towel) constantly wear fresh underwear 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 intended following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it is only 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 thing and flew house commando.