Bare-chestedness

The last of that was said because, by then, we’d pushed each other’s shirts down off each other’s shoulders, and I had dipped my hands and face in her (adorable) bare-chestedness, where I was busily inhaling fragrances, and tasting/feeling tender, precious treasures.

Lew stood and shucked out of his shirt and T-shirt, matching Ron’s bare-chestedness—[…]

And of course, male bare-chestedness is no novelty, either in the American dance scene or the Indian one, so one wonders what the objection was about.