Inside of the thigh, is one place that is usually touched ( there IS a good reason why there! ), in lifts and/or to make the leg extend more, as a teacher.
I remember when I was about 6 or 7, my Dad recruited us kids to be part of some big Christmas performance by his company in Downtown Houston. We children were supposed to be elves and the star was a blonde lady whom I was supposed to poke in the side to demonstrate she was alive.
In rehearsal, I was so scared I could hurt her that I hardly touched her at all and she demanded I poke her harder so the audience could see. I was still *very* timid and they finally chose another boy to be the poke-er who had no qualms about it. So much for my Al Franken moment. I’ve approached women as if they were hand grenades every since.