skintight

It doesn’t matter that we ride around in skintight, crotch-hugging outfits—what former pro rider and Education First team boss Jonathan Vaughters calls “the functional equivalent of underwear.”

That’s how I found myself, on a Friday afternoon, swapping my gym clothes for a skintight shirt.

There’s the story line involving a checked-out Dwayne Johnson and Jason Statham, who are grabbing their skintight shirts on the way out the door to their characters’ 2019 spinoff.

I had resigned myself to languish in the often pocketless, less breathable, beltloop-less, skintight world of leggings forever.

Sewn with a denim-Cordura-blend fabric, they’re formfitting, not skintight, and have a midrise contoured waist that wasn’t revealing when I was benching trail or clearing yard waste.

Her skintight sparkly black dress did not look too easy to strut down the catwalk in.

Then, from my left, a tall, beautiful girl, graceful as a gazelle in skintight jeans and high heels, slinked over to me.

Underneath they wore the warm gray skintight workers' clothing of Vinin.

The stranger wore a garment of glistening skintight material which covered body, legs, and feet, but left his lanky arms bare.

But the round, slightly oversized skull was bare, the clothing skintight to reveal unnaturally thin limbs.