Stuffed into one were blue jeans, a chamois shirt, and a pair of running shoes.

She was wearing dark glasses, slacks and a chamois shirt.

But I was in my chamois shirt and jeans.

Soon, with the exertion of fast walking, I was sweating inside my chamois shirt and jeans.

All she still wore was her chamois shirt, which was wide open.

I thought she would at least still have her chamois shirt, but it was gone like the rest of her clothes.

Her panties and chamois shirt didn't seem to be there.

I lit a new match, then did a quick search for Eileen's chamois shirt and panties.

I dressed myself in a chamois shirt, jeans and the Reeboks.

I caressed her back through the softness of her chamois shirt.