There was one time that I can remember being tickled by a total stranger. I was stationed in Dong Du Chon, Korea, but I was visiting three buddies in Ouijongbu. We were all four sitting at the bar of a local club, drinking beer, shooting the shit, and laughing about old times.
Suddenly, I felt two hands, one on each side, tickling me with a fair amount of earnest. I jumped, squirmed, and turned around. There was a Korean girl, about 21 standing there, just looking at me. I smiled at her, but she didn't say a word, nor did she smile back. Confused, I turned back around and continued my conversation. A moment later, there was that same jolt of a five-fingered tickle on each side. I looked at her again and she still just looked at me without smiling or saying anything.
Needless to say, I was in a bit of a quandry. These guys didn't know of my fetish. I was only 22, and my first admission of my tickling fetish wouldn't occur for another 4 years or so. I loved the tickling, but I was thoroughly embarassed at the same time. I felt like Clark Kent being handed some Kryptonite. Show reaction, and you'll blow your cover!
The guys finally noticed what was going on, and said, "Hey Drew, I think she's trying to get your attention." It was clear she wouldn't be ignored, so I asked her to dance. She tickled me several times while dancing but never smiled. My friends and I ultimately just left the bar, and I never saw her again.
She really puzzled me, though. Did she somehow instinctively know what I would like? I have to believe most guys wouldn't react favorably to being publically tickled like that. Especially the macho military types. So how did she know? Her playful tickling seemed contrary to her perpetual serious look and stoicism. I went back there a few times during the following weeks, but never saw her again. Oh well.