Yes.
... I have been asked on two occasions,.... out of the blue, and by complete "non-initiate" women,... to tickle them. The first occurred at an age I am constrained from discussing here. The second occasion was interesting, though for the wrong reason,... sort of. During my ad agency days I was dating the receptionist from a rival agency, and early on she had agreed to join me for dinner at my place. We had finished dinner and retired to the sofa, stereo and second bottle of wine when Margie simply stunned me by hoisting her legs up over my lap and cajoling me in this meek little-girlish voice, "Tickle my feeeeeeet." As I had been pondering how to get to precisely this point, I was pleasantly surprised (Holy crap! This shit never happens.) But it turned out that, for Margie, tickling was not tickling,.... in fact she wasn't ticklish. She just liked to have her feet soothingly stroked - which is fine,... damned near put her to sleep - but it was not the sort of tickling which we normally refer to in the TMF.