The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the flat 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.
However, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street area being closed down for this event. The representative we had booked through was right at the center of the region and we ended up parking further away than our flat had been from the agent. This was our first challenge soon followed by trying 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.
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 much 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 remarkable 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 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 had camped the prior day.
The site was easily located as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were quickly out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. I asked her if she was going to take that off, and she described that she might get nude later 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 several folks had gathered in our area and along the entire beach.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d have 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 men to proceed before leaving the water. After a couple of minutes this had not occurred so Angela used her usual diplomatic style and hollered at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the men 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’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 a problem with that and dialog easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had proposed Noosa for the surfing and really liked surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She had found the location suitably isolated that she’d began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was fine.
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 bare. Sarah went on to explain that he had http://nudism-life.com with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting naked to upset him. Apparently 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 much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was obvious that possessiveness was a real problem between them. Anyway 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 imperceptible. The four of us remained nude for the rest of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a number of photos of the seashore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not analyzing 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. It 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 traveling (the one after consistently carry a towel) always wear fresh knickers we all had the new experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a seashore surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I suspect it’s just a vacation thing for her.

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