What is "shirtless"

Usage examples of "shirtless".

A shirtless child of three or four, clutching a half-eaten mangosteen in its slippery fist, was gazing at Amanda with the huge-eyed concentration of pure wonder.

Beyond the half-open curtain, murder glared up at him luridly: on the floor sprawled Favian, shirtless, his kilted, cavalry-booted legs tangled in a silken bedcover, his face and bared chest kissing the crimson pool outspread from his slashed throat.

Men, women, children, a rainbow of brightly colored shirts, pieces of paper pinned to the fronts with four-digit numbers, except for the shirtless triathletes, who had numbers in grease pencil on shaved chests.

Unmolested, undisturbed, the shirtless volunteers, many of them battered and bleeding, turned and walked back through the gateway into Bonita Vista.

Somebody lit a lamp in the main house, and then Bragg came out shirtless with his pants on and walked to the small outhouse.

Shirtless and hipshot, the man leaned in idle solitude upon the rail, gazing fixedly out to sea, out to the edge where the world stopped and the clean sheet of blue sky was stained with the faintest discoloration, a careless smudge of charcoal that seemed to suggest that somewhere over the horizon there was fire upon the water.

A rangy, strungout dog of a guy, shirtless in jeans with blond hair worn ridgeback style.

He was a stocky, barrel-chested, shirtless Seabee who wore his white cap with the rim turned all the way down and looked like a beach bum.

Shirtless young men were tossing cartons of Spam and tins of ammunition from hand to hand up the beach to one of the bungalows that had been turned into a depot.

There were men and women (Dahl seemed to be a more or less amphisexual society) and both sexes were shirtless.

A dozen shirtless men laboured to manoeuvre the buckets down into a huge pool of black liquid.

A heavyset man came up, shirtless beneath a buff jerkin and swinging a five-stranded whip.

Darkened Burnham Nurseries where, one summer, some of us had glimpsed John Reddy Heart shirtless, tanned dark as an Indian, working in the sun.

He was shirtless and his jacket was open, and on his bare chest he wore a huge silver pendant with an equal sign inscribed on it.

At two o'clock in the morning, the streets still swarming with young Japanese in American sports cars, girls sitting on the back of convertibles, gangsters and whores emerging from nightclubs, moving on to the next place, shirtless gaijins howling at the moon from upstairs whorehouses, I staggered down dark back streets, hit some more bars and, finding myself incongruously hungry again, and wanting to soak up some of the sea of alcohol in my stomach, committed the ultimate in Tokyo faux pas-I ate a McDonald's hamburger while I walked.