They wore blue uniforms and queer little caps.
She wore a T-shirt and shorts that revealed her shapely, soft legs.
He wore her – a goddess! – out with his lovemaking and passion.
Alondra would have been stiff and formal no matter what she wore.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
Lacy wore a skirt too short and tight for office wear, but when you're the boss … "I noticed you've been taking a lot of sick time lately," Lacy said as Sofia entered the room.
His visitor wore a T-shirt and had hair the color of last night's sunset.
Made of material softer than silk, the black dress she wore pooled at the top of her feet.
She wore the Grecian style gown of Hell: secured around her neck by a loose band, it draped over her curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her arms, shoulders and back bare to the hips.
Darkyn wore her out, and when she'd woken, she was alone.
Dean was thankful they both wore old hiking boots as they stepped forward, gazing with trepidation as the cool breath of the mine met them.
She wore an impish look, high cheekbones and the only lavender eyes Dean had ever seen.
While he was instantly embarrassed and wore stunned look on his face, he saw no point in denying his activity.
The boys wore long hair and striped sweaters and yelled their college yell every other step they took, to the great satisfaction of the populace, which was glad to have this evidence that their lungs were in good condition.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
In the king's face, which he wore as a mask, there was a remoteness and inaccessibility of grief which I shall never forget.
Adam and Eve, according to the fable, wore the bower before other clothes.
Next Spanish hides, with the tails still preserving their twist and the angle of elevation they had when the oxen that wore them were careering over the pampas of the Spanish Main--a type of all obstinacy, and evincing how almost hopeless and incurable are all constitutional vices.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
A tall, beautiful woman with a mass of plaited hair and much exposed plump white shoulders and neck, round which she wore a double string of large pearls, entered the adjoining box rustling her heavy silk dress and took a long time settling into her place.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
The stocky man was hooded, wore a mask and was already in the room!
She wore a somber look as she glanced nervously at me before speaking to the detective.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
He wore headphones and spoke into a microphone, simultaneously responding to half a dozen chat windows open on this computer.
He wore nothing but sweatpants, and his exposed upper back drew her attention.
She wore a camisole and shorts, her large breasts straining at the thin fabric between them.
She wore the camisole that amplified her breasts, her curls captured at the nape of her neck.
He looked small in the middle of the foyer, and he wore an insincere smile like he might any other piece of easily removable clothing.
She gasped, recognizing it as the one he wore often, the heirloom passed down through his ancestors.
He wore only jeans and a dark T-shirt that stretched across his chest in all the right places and clung to bulging biceps.
Next morning Alpatych donned a jacket he wore only in town and went out on business.
He wore a long coat and like Kutuzov had a whip slung across his shoulder.
Kutuzov's general expression was one of concentrated quiet attention, and his face wore a strained look as if he found it difficult to master the fatigue of his old and feeble body.
All that was done around her and to her at this time, all the attention devoted to her by so many clever men and expressed in such pleasant, refined ways, and the state of dove-like purity she was now in (she wore only white dresses and white ribbons all that time) gave her pleasure, but her pleasure did not cause her for a moment to forget her aim.
The youngest child, a boy of about seven, who wore an overcoat and an immense cap evidently not his own, was crying in his old nurse's arms.
He wore a woman's loose gown of frieze, blue trousers, and large torn Hessian boots.
Denisov wore a Cossack coat, had a beard, had an icon of Nicholas the Wonder-Worker on his breast, and his way of speaking and everything he did indicated his unusual position.
He was clean-shaven and wore a Guardsman's padded coat with an Order of St. George at his buttonhole and a plain forage cap set straight on his head.
One was taller than the other; he wore an officer's hat and seemed quite exhausted.
"Nicholas, when did you break your cameo?" she asked to change the subject, looking at his finger on which he wore a ring with a cameo of Laocoon's head.
The countess was now over sixty, was quite gray, and wore a cap with a frill that surrounded her face.