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 and 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 event. The representative we’d reserved through was right at the center of the area and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the agent. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by attempting to find somewhere for breakfast, which finally proved too challenging 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 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 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 scene 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 shore there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be predominantly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily found as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the previous 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 stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that away, and she described that she might get bare after in the day, if her trust arrived again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite a number of folks had gathered in our area and along the whole beach. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, as well as 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, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five men just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we had entered the water and we’d 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 also the beach) we waited for these men to move on before leaving the water. After a couple of minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her normal diplomatic style and cried at them, Would #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and the men scattered, enabling us to walk directly up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had 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 a problem with that and conversation easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and really enjoyed surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She had found the place suitably isolated that she’d 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 bare. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered 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 hoping to find some female company and they would meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was apparent that possessiveness was 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 naked for the remaining part of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and shot a couple of pictures of the beach respecting naturist picture etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not analyzing and actually doesnt know what is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It’s a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after constantly carry a towel) always wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into appropriate knickers, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she meant following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it is merely 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 into the toilets and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.

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