To work as a massage specialist/therapist at some exclusive hotel on some far away island...
In comes a highly attractive older woman in her mid to late 40s, vacationing on her own (mysteriously). She comes into my little hut and lays her partially naked body onto the table, laying on her stomach. As I use the tips of my fingers to press into her shoulders and lower back, she moans passionately -- complimenting me with every press against her skin. As I work my way down to her calf muscles and ankles, I slowly slip off her flip-flops and place them on the floor. She gives a stern warning for me to not tickle her feet. I oblige (for now) and carry on with the most delicate foot massage she could ever imagine. She starts to get hot and bothered, asking me if I'm afraid to swim -- absolutely not.
I carry her back to her room and spread her across her bed, strip her bikini outfit off, securing her in a spread eagle position. Prior to rocking her world I tickle the daylights out of her feet as she rolls and flops uncontrollably against the restraints. After tickling her feet I undo the restraints securing her ankles and then make love to her as she wraps her legs around me.
Afterwards, I undo the arm restraints. She cries and moans that it felt so good and that she needed that in her life before rolling over and falling into a deep coma like sleep from her wild experience. Before I leave, I go back to the foot of the bed and deliver her one last trophy; a foot worship on her pretty pink soles. She giggles quietly in her sleep, arching her soles often. She can't help it, even in her dreams she's still ticklish.