"Flare," a Short Short with Nudity!

The orange streak points toward the moon, illuminating the surroundings just enough for everyone nearby to feel slightly embarrassed. The faint colored illumination is not bright enough to show color on cheeks, and the darkness returns before the situation can become uncomfortable.

The flare is the signal. As soon as it fades the giant mass of naked bodies begins to move as one, inexorably closing the distance between us and our destination.

The darkness is nearly total. Just a glimmer of moonlight, enough to light our way but not enough to make visible those things that most usually keep hidden.

Without sight to distract, sounds become clear and distinct. Around me, thousands of bare feet slap pavement while penii swish back and forth and multiple pairs of mammaries, freed from their usual confines, bounce freely up and down. Each causes vibrations that carry through the air and ripple my eardrums, a joyous cacophony of nudity deafening in the silence of the night.