Being Tickled
It's probably very rare but it's happened to me.
In high school, the first day, this guy who I had never seen/met before sat behind me and started tickling my sides for no reason what-so-ever. It was completely random, I'm laughing hysterically making a fool of myself in the middle of math class. So anyway, after awhile he stopped.
Also happened to me, on the first day of high school, as I was putting books on the top shelf of the locker, this teacher whom I had never seen before started lightly stroking my underarms. I shrieked and started laughing, quickly turning around and backing up into the locker. She then really started tickling my ribs and sides. I fenced with her arms but she was skilled at darting in and out with her fingertips. The hallway was clear, so she kept up her tickling for a few minutes, until I had laugh lines permanently etched on my face.
She said, she couldn't resist, I just looked so ticklish and she walked off laughing.
I didn't have her for any of my classes.
But my locker, was on her flight path. So, every Tuesday and Thursday, I made a point of putting something on the top shelf of the locker as she walked by. Sometimes she would give me a few brief strokes on the ribs, sides, or underarms, if the hallway was empty but it was nothing like the first time.
Another time, in an elevator, a young woman was tickling another, who was giggling uncontrollably. As I entered the elevator from the lobby, the tickler saw me flinch. She grinned and then tickled us both up to the 18th floor, making both of us twist and turn in frantic laughter. As the doors opened, both of us were breathless from forced laughter but we did have laugh lines permanently etched into our flushed faces.