Truthfully, the first woman I ever got seriously involved with may be a convert thanks to her time spent with me.
On our second date, we were tentatively starting to try "necking" in her car after seeing a film (Star Wars: A New Hope, The Special Edition, to be precise.) and I was having dificulty with the unfamiliar seatbelt configuration. She reached over to assist, and her fingertips grazed my ribcage. I squirmed and EEP!ed at her touch.
"Oh no, did I hurt you?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "That just tickled a little."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Actually... I kind of liked it..." I said, with a hint of invitation.
Developing the same gleam in her eye, she began to tickle me intentionally. Slowly, playfully, her fingertips made a "falling raindrops" motion as they wandered across my ribs and chest. I grasped the headrest in a deathgrip as I clenched my eyelids shut and struggled to hold in the giggles that escaped in random sputters like the uneven rhythm of popping corn.

Clearly enjoying herself now, she tried a variety of techniques from a single finger tracing gentle circles on my sides to all ten scrabbling in a frenzy at my armpits. No longer able to contain my laughter, I let it out and rocked my head from side to side and my legs flailed uncontrollably beneath the dashboard.

I don't remember how long she tickled me, but when I was at last breathless we held each other tight and kissed.
On later dates, to my surprise, when she felt amorous she would begin by lightly tickling my ribs, and from then on I could definitely tell that we spent more time tickling than we did more traditional forms of romantic play. She tried using her tongue and toes to tickle me on a few occasions, and sometimes permitted me to tickle the soles of her feet in return while she worked over my upper torso. She even specially requested that I tickle her neck once. One night, our laughter evidently went on for so long and got so loud that we were interrupted by the headlights of the local Police coming to check on the source of the racket.
😱 
She told me one night that whenever she felt sad, she would think of "How cute you look laughing like that, and it cheers me right up."
I think that she grew to enjoy tickling for several reasons. When we started seeing each other, she had just recently gotten out of a messy and unpleasant marriage that had lasted 15 years with a man she was only with because he had gotten her pregnant and forced her to drop out of college. (I suspect there was some abuse as well, but I didn't wish to pry if she wasn't ready to talk about it.) This meant I was the only other man to show interest in her since she was 20. She expressed astonishment that someone would touch her in a loving manner, never having experienced any other examples besides her loutish Ex, and she was delighted to be introduced to a gentle and playful method of sharing affection. Also, I think she was thrilled to discover a method by which she could exert some control and take the lead during intimacy, which her Ex had never let her do, that was safe and harmless.
Tragically, the relationship had to end

(At the time, she was 35, I was 25, and her son was 15. Not a stable family-dynamic.) and I stepped aside so she could be involved with someone better able to support her and her children.

I haven't heard from her in 3 or 4 years, but I still wonder if she tried out all the wonderful new tricks I had taught her with the new bloke.
😉 