, 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 and the Hastings Street area being closed down for this occasion. The representative we had booked through was right in the middle of this area and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the representative.
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Visit our siteThis was our first barrier shortly followed by trying to find somewhere for breakfast, which finally proved too hard and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that accessibility 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 dramatic scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach 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 mainly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the prior day.
The site was easily found as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were quickly out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling about 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 off, and she clarified that she might get naked 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 area and along the whole shore. Shani stolen out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked. 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 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’d need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank as well as the shore) we waited for these men to move on before leaving the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her normal diplomatic fashion and hollered at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and the men scattered, enabling 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 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 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 bunches at Alexandria Bay. She had found the spot suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that url was great.
We inquired if the boyfriend (I dont remember his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting naked to disturb 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 much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was clear that possessiveness proved to be a real issue between them. Anyhow 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 invisible. 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 shot a couple of photos of the seashore valuing naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not analyzing and actually doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It’s a life strategy I struggle to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we recalled the second rule of journey (the one after constantly carry a towel) consistently wear http://mon-blog-gay.net had the novel experience of being dressed into appropriate panties, on a seashore surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she thought following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it’s 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 item and flew home commando.