, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
However, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon as well as the Hastings Street area being closed down for this event. The agent we’d booked through was right in the centre of the region and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the representative. This was our first barrier soon followed by trying to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult 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 possible 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, simply just more than 1km but had none of the dramatic 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 beach there was already a group beginning to form but it seemed to be mainly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the previous day.
The site was easily located as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast 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 began to disrobe halting when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that away, and she clarified that she might get bare later in the day, if her confidence came again.
We set 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 vicinity and along the entire shore. Shani stolen out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and the three of http://sexcam4.net 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 shore 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 would need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank and also the shore) we waited for these men to proceed before making the water. After a few minutes this had not occurred so Angela used her customary diplomatic style and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the guys scattered, enabling us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We’d been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d 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 dialog easily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d suggested Noosa for the surfing and really enjoyed surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She had found the area suitably isolated that she had 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 believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem 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 naked to upset him. Apparently Nick, 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 was evident that possessiveness proved to be a real problem between them. Anyhow 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 undetectable. The four of us remained naked for the remainder of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and took a couple of pictures of the seashore respecting naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and actually doesnt know what exactly is 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 strategy I fight to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we recalled http://kors4all.com of journey (the one after always carry a towel) consistently wear fresh underwear we all had the new experience of being dressed into appropriate knickers, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I guess it is just a vacation thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom merely at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the bathrooms and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.